Kill Mission

Marcus got to the bank, walked round the building and emerged at the back, with Johnson directly behind him. He had found out that the back door to the bank was always open much earlier than the front entrance; after all, the employees went through there. He didn't even pause in his stride but entered through the back door as if he has a legitimate reason to be there.
Nobody challenged therm. for one thing, they were too well dressed to be anything else but customers whom the Manager or some other top bank official had an appointment with. At this hour of the morning the cashier were busy arranging their counters and making other preparations for attending to the customers during the coming day.
The permanent policeman attached to the bank was standing just inside the back door. Marcus brushed past the man with Johnson hot on his heels and headed directly for the Manager's office. The policeman opened his mouth to protest, took in Marcus ' expensive suit and thought better of it. This kind of thing happened all the time and he had no wish to arouse the Manager's wrath, in case the Manager had invited the two men. He raised his right hand in a half salute and let it go at that.
Marcus got to the door leading to the Manager's office, opened it and walked in. Johnson followed him and closed the door after them; He then locked it before he pulled out his automatic pistol and leaned against the door. The Manager, a plump, fair-skinned man in his late forties, looked up from a ledger and frowned.
What is this? He demanded in a harsh voice.
What does it look like? Marcus asked, sitting down in visitor's chair directly opposite the Manager