I noticed the bank guard had followed us up to make sure we didn't leave the building with them.

He worked as a bank guard until he lost his job in February.

He'd never seen a bank guard with a shotgun before he thought, as the man continued to back toward him, apparently oblivious of his presence.

The bank guard was standing over him, pumping the shotgun.

Then there had been the year and a half, after he came home, when he'd worked as a bank guard, until his mother died.

What is an old man like that working as a bank guard for anyway?

The bank guards deposited the money at noon every Friday.

He's been arrested for armed robbery, and once he shot a bank guard.

After that I'd probably kill a bank guard and be fatally wounded myself.

Somebody's got to go down for the bank guard.