"Everything of value in the bag! Jewelry, watches, cufflinks, purses, wallets!" I command. I walk around to each of the sixty or so guests in turn, chewing on a slice of meat pie I pilfered from the kitchen when I tied up the cooks. Whoever owns this house has got a good chef. It really was a nice party until I showed up.
"I want your money, not your lives." I warn. "But if any of you try to become a hero, I won't think twice before putting you down!"
"Who the fuck are you!? I…" That's all he gets out before I put one in his chest.
Thick liquid sprays the guests near him and covers his tux in a sea of red. He's on the ground before his wife even thinks to scream. If she weren't such a blubbering mess already she would notice he's still breathing. These new non lethal rounds that artificer gave me are perfect.
"Anyone else?" I ask.
No reply.
Everything is going so well this time.