Peter Rabbit flicked his cigarette down at the asphalt. The breeze bit at his long ears stretching out of his cap. Stomping out the glowing bud on the ground, he looked across the street. First Union Bank stood at the corner. He could see a tired teller sipping out of a tumbler behind the counter. A short ferret wore a guard’s uniform, stationed near the front door, a taser strapped to his belt. Peter looked across the street a couple more seconds, before tugging his cap down and walking off. He’d be back soon enough.