Setanta strolled into the fort's vault. He could see thousands of dollars' worth of gold behind bars, and he knew it could all be his. He drew both his revolvers as 12 guards ran after him into the room. "Shall we dance, Gentlemen?" He asked, calmly - before shooting the nearest two. Ten minutes later, only three guards were left.
They shot at him, but had used all their ammo. "You better sit tight if you want to live..." Setanta said, as he tied them up to a post. "Now where are the keys?" The guards wouldn't tell him, but he wasn't put off. You can't be a professional thief and not learn a few things...