Own a musket for Grand Larceny, since that's what the founding heisters intended. Three ruffians and I break into The First World Bank. "What the devil?" says the Bank manager as I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the bank guard, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the beat cop, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the civ at the cafe across the street. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot to deal with the Bulldozer, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified cloaker. He Bleeds out waiting on the ground by the escape van since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding heisters intended.