Big Bad Wolf Limited: Hire Us or Die Hard

[Toastburner B]

All in all, it was a simple plan…perhaps it was that simplicity that made it so no one very considered it…except one bank manager that everyone thought was either overworked or had an overactive imagination.

It was the simplicity that made it seem so complex. Blowing up a subway car at the exact spot where the distance between the subway tunnel and the 23rd National bank vault was the shortest. Grease the right gears so that two other branches were upgrading their security system at the same time, and as such, one vault suddenly had the value of three. Set up a puppet company to get the bid to repair the subway tunnel, infiltrate a man into the security company to slow things down.

It simple, it was common sense…and that was exactly why no one say it coming.

…Except for one old man no one believed anyways.

As such, as the robbers were supremely confident when they finally broke through the wall into the vault chamber. With barely contained excitement, the thieves walked into the now exposed vault, and began to grab the loot, and started to carry it back to the railcar that they carried their ‘repair equipment’ on.

The leader of the operation, full of himself, couldn’t help but to grab a stack of bills, and bask in is own glory.

Until he realized that the person on the front of the bill wasn’t a US historical figure…it was a wolf.

From within the vault, someone started whistling…the Ode to Joy to be exact.

The whistling got louder, along with the hum of an electric motor as a man appeared on a small load-lifter. The man was dressed in an ill-fitting suit, wearing a pair of sunglasses. “I thought you guys might want some help,” the man said. He stopped the lifter, and stepped of.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I am sorry to inform you that the money you seek is not in the vault…well, not this vault, at least.”

The robbers had stopped working, shocked by the sudden appearance of this man.

“As I am sure you know, bank robbery is a federal crime. Blowing up railway cars is surely rather illegal to. As such, I’m afraid I’m going to have to place all of you under citizen’s arrest until I can contact the authorities. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law…”

The robbers were no ones fools, however, and were armed, as they proved by drawing a variety of weapons from handguns to assault rifles.

“Shooting me will not help your court case at all,” the man said calmly. The then dived behind a metal container as the robbers opened fire on him.

From his cover, Whistler sighed, and touched his earpiece, activating his comlink, “Alright everyone, they want to do this the hard way. Weapons free, do your stuff.”

From a variety of positions in and around the vault, the other employees of Big Bad Wolf Limited began to earn their pay.


((OOC: Simple enough, catch or kill the baddies. No set number, but please avoid too much collateral damage…we are trying to turn a profit here.))

[PhoenixFlame]

*Drip... Drop* The damaged subway tunnel leaked slightly over where the car had impacted the wall. In the darkness, obscured by ambient sound, Tanya Greene had snuck down the rail line to cover/trace any possible escape plans the theives could have. Unless, of course, a gunfight broke out.

Judging from the sound, it had.

“Alright everyone, they want to do this the hard way. Weapons free, do your stuff.”

An observer, had there been any, would have observed the dark-jumpsuited, red-haired young woman reach up distinctly above her ears to tap what appeared to be a commlink port.

"Copy, moving into position." Tanya's concise reply came over the comm.

With that, she dashed to the broken-open vault entrance, stopping once to peek around the corner before proceeding. Tunnel, open room, only escape route. Made her position at the corner a high-probability choke. Unholstering her pistols, Tanya crouched down into the corner near the damaged subway walls, ensuring her sighting system was properly functioning...

And then, she struck. Peeking out behind her corner vantage point, Tanya caught sight of a single theif attempting to make a break for the subway tunnel. A red crosshair dropped over his chest...

Bkamkam!

His body crumpled, fell, and rolled slightly from the 40 caliber double-tap to his torso. Tanya pulled back behind the wall again and waited, listening for the next man attempting to escape.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

His body crumpled, fell, and rolled slightly from the 40 caliber double-tap to his torso. Tanya pulled back behind the wall again and waited, listening for the next man attempting to escape...

Unfortunately for Tanya, she wouldn't be the one to take down that next target.

As the gunfire started and the first man was cut down, another of the theives, seeing his buddy attempt to flee, followed suit. He dropped the bag of fake money he had been filling and shot towards the escape hole in blind panic. The moment he stepped outside of the vault he began to run flat out. He managed to get all of five paces before something hit him in the face and he fell over backwards. Unseen to him, a man was now standing over him, his arm outstretched, his clenched fist slightly bloodied from where it had contacted his opponents face. It was this blood that was the only sign that there even was a man standing there, suspended as it was in thin air with no means of support. The blood however, quickly faded from view.

The theif, quickly recovering from his daze and confusion over seemingly having run into solid air tried to stand and continue his flight, only to find himself forced back towards the ground as a heavy weight suddenly pressed down on his chest, pushing him back flat. He never saw the invisible assassins knife as it was drawn and plunged into his chest a moment later, ending his life.

His first kill of the night made, Matt Collins withdrew his blade, the blood on it vanishing from sight as he raised himself upright and took his foot off the mans chest at last.

"Copy that boss", he spoke into his coms piece, finally responding to Whistlers orders, "two hostiles neutralized, repeat, two hostiles down, over."

With that he went radio silent again and moved slowly and silently further along the tunnel, heading towards the vault.

[lazy man]

Gunfire, lots of it. And all pointed at Whistler or those charging from the vault.

One of the Big Bad Wolves, however, stayed at the back of the group. He didn't even seem to have a weapon, and seemed to be messing with one of the fake pieces of money. Anyone who cared would notice he seemed to be making a paper airplane out of it. To anyone outside of the company, it would look like he was here just to be looked over.

Those in the company, however, knew that Jack McGee always managed to give a good surprise for the enemy. And, so, finishing his his paper airplane, Jack leaned around and threw his small piece of paper.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" he yelled, covering his ears. He could see everyone on both sides recoil at the yell, but only those on his side knew what was coming and ducked.

The robbers, however, didn't know that they should have run as far away as possible from the little piece of paper floating their way. After the little plane was clearly above the heads of the enemy, a loud crack echoed through the tunnel and a flash of an explosion briefly lit up the darkness.

The explosion wasn't large enough to kill, but it did stun or knock out those near it.

Behind his cover, Jack smirked as he prepared more. Quite the effective weapon, but he probably wouldn't need more than that one to mop up these guys.

[Ugainius]

One of the thieves raced out from the bank vault all guns blazing. There was a single gunshot and he fell to the ground, dead. In the distance, if you listened carefully, you could just hear a tiny metallic click.

Matthew O'Donnell was watching and waiting, like some kind of murderous guardian angel, waiting for any enemy foolish enough to race around without going into cover.

Another thief peaked his head around the corner. One gunshot later and he joined his comrade on the ground dead.

"Two down," Matthew muttered into his comm link. "How many more to go?"

[SaigoKusunoki]

The robbers, however, didn't know that they should have run as far away as possible from the little piece of paper floating their way. After the little plane was clearly being the heads of the enemy, a loud crack echoed through the tunnel and a flash of an explosion briefly lit up the darkness.

The explosion wasn't large enough to kill, but it did stun or knock out those near it.

Aerion, taking this opportunity, dashed into the confusion, .357 magnum out and cocked. Six shots, six kills, at least, thats how it usually was. Lately, he had been a little off with his aim. No bother.

Blinded by the flash, none had seen him dash amongst the crowd of robbers. Without breaking stride, he grabbed a man's arm, twisted his wrist so that he dropped his gun, and bent it back behind him. The cold steel of his magnum rested against the robber's temple.

"Come on now guys...really, is money everything? Considering all of the money it must have cost to pull off this operation, couldnt you have donated to charity or something?" His voice was nonchalant and carefree, and he even laughed a little as he pulled the man behind a protrusion in the wall. Gunfire began shattering the little cover that Aerion and his "captive" had.

"Now now boys, do you really want to shoot your poor comrade here? Tell you what, you put your guns down, and I wont turn your friend's head into a smashed grapefruit. Deal?"

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

The lifter, in all the confusion, hummed into life without a driver. But it was a different hum now, not the gentle, slow-paced hum of a moderate engine, but the revved up scream of a racing car. With a jolt, it was set into motion, lurching forward with extreme speed before crashing into and pinning one of the robbers that hadn't made it out of the vault fast enough to a stack of heavy money. Then, there was the sound of a handbrake and parking brake being set, before the machine turned off again.

Invisible in the darkness, a tiny, spidery figure unattached itself from the back of the lifter's seat and scuttled away, hugging the shadows and shunning the brief flashes of light from the guns.

~~

Jaskin, crouched behind a bullet-free shelter, opened her eyes and grinned. Aerion had planned his timing perfectly, and now there was going to be some fun had. She reached out her mind again, just as she did with her little Animator that was coming back to her obediently, and felt the tangible fields of their enemy's guns. AKs, semi-auto rifles. Jaskin basked in their aura, before grabbing them and twisting them around and around her little pinky, until, with a gentle, physical tug, she set her mind to work.

The gunfire that pelted Aerion's shelter stopped. There were half a dozen *click click click!* then stunned silence as the realization that their guns had malfunctioned sunk in.

"All yours, Aerion," Jaskin's lightly-accented russian voice whispered over the commlink.

[Krylo]

Sitting atop a few file cabinets in the bank vault sat Nick. He watched the battle, a mad smile on his face as the chaos broke out. Restraint was something that Nick was not known to practice in any great amount, and yet he simply watched at first. Waiting for his moment. Waiting for when his arrival would do the most harm.

Then the guns stopped firing and he heard Jaskin's voice in his intercom. True, she had prepared the kills for Aerion, but Aerion wasn't one to take such joy in murder as Nicholas, and so the vampire decided that he would be the better recipient of this gift.

He leapt down, landing in a crouch on the floor in front of the robbers, a few more clicks sounding, as a few frightened robbers pulled their triggers out of shock--even though they knew it would not fire. Other guns clattered to the ground, as a few drew equally ineffective side-arms or large knives. It mattered not to Nicholas, his face split in a mad smile, as his hair hung down over his face.

He leapt forward with such inhuman speed that he barely seemed to move at all, so much as simply disappear only to reappear in their midst, with the sickening sound of ripping flesh followed by the pop of a joint misplaced. One of the robbers began to scream as blood gushed from his torn off arm, and the others turned to face the vampiric being in their midst.

With fingers like claws, Nicholas moved quickly, his left hand tearing through one man's throat, while his right was thrust into another's abdomen, before being torn up and out, carrying with it a heavy load of internal organs, allowing both men to fall and die slowly--one with screams of pain as he attempted to thrust his torn vitals back into his body, and the other with the quiet gurgles of a man choking on his own blood.

Nick stopped here for a moment to run a tongue over his bloodied hands, his mouth open wide revealing the vampiric fangs in his mouth to those left standing as he shuddered in ecstasy--tasting the life bloods of the slain men.

(OOC: "This is the part where you run away" [/shrek])

[Inbred Chocobo]

There was one other gunshot the vampire could hear as he descended upon his prey. However it wasn't within sight, so most likely he went on as if nothing happened.

A single corpse propped up against the wall, its shirt ripped off of it to catch the blood and guts that poured out of the would-be robber was under it. Bruises were found on him everyone, clearly indicating where impact against the walls, ceiling, and floor had happened several times. Closer inspection would also reveal quite a few broken bones. The last piece of interest was the head, which showed a gunshot wound which was more a granting of mercy than anything, for the man wouldn't last long in his condition anyway.

"Guess you won't be robbing anymore banks now will ya?" Luke said to the corpse with a smile. You wouldn't think the man standing would be the one to leave. It even looked like the old fart had a hard time standing, clearly using his cane as support. "Looks like you won't be able to get in much breathing either for that matter." Luke finished off with a chuckle. Surprisingly even with the mangling done to this man, he was still able to laugh.

However instead of walking off the join the rest of the squadron, he just stood around. The sounds of flesh ripping and attempts of screams were all he needed to figure out who was in action. No need to get in old Nick's way. So instead Luke just kind of cleaned up, moving bits of bone and fixing minor dents in the wall and whatnot. Hey, if it looks good they won't complain.

[Bosolai]

One shot in the knee and miscellaneous thug number 17, or Bob as he liked to be called, was dropped to the floor, tending his wound. It would have at least sounded like a click if guns weren't blazing already. Unfortunately the point of the silencer was defeated with all the protective headgear everyone was wearing, Another shot, and miscellaneous gunman number 5 was wounded in such a way that he'll need surgery to enjoy a woman's touch again.

Before he could take another step forward to the vault, Jonathan noticed his left leg was numbing as it stuck frozen to the ground. He looked at his shoes, and then to his left at the man focusing intensely and pointing his palm at him.

The bad day for miscellaneous psychic number 2 was about to get a lot worse, as he suddenly thought to himself, I shouldn't have just frozen that very sexy man's very expensive Italian design pants. Not understanding the full consequences of his actions, he focused again on Jonathan to see the very sexy man in the very expensive yet ruined Italian suit pointing a gun at him. Pointing his hand again, he thought about... Trees. ...freezing the... That girl across the hall. ...gun... Hope ...in... Nine. Pepsi. The moon. Getting today's mail Worship Talk to Alex Find the- Losing my- If Sally- Porno- Thirteen- Chair- Where did- Noise- Dre@ms- LeaVing- H%ar^ - $#@- @#%$@- *&*#$@UJKCKHy'oae#K

The man let out a scream as the frost spread from his right hand across his forearm, up to the bicep. Looking at it, he was unable to think about anything other than... why... noise, all there was was noise, until there wasn't any more. He looked at his arm, and realized what he'd done, and screamed again. Damn right you better scream after ruining a quarter of a paycheck so carelessly. Confused again, the man looked up, seeing Jonathan still holding his gun aimed at him.

Two shots were made this time. The first was at the frozen arm, right at the wrist. The man winced, but felt nothing. He looked at his wound to see a nice bullet sized hole with no bleeding, and felt fear. He looked one last time at Jonathan, or more specifically, the silencer on Jonathan's pistol, before a shot to the head from someone else brought him down.

Jon shook his head for a moment, and soon after everyone thought to themselves, If I yield... or play dead... I might live to see tomorrow. Hopefully it would work. This amount of force on BBWL's part was clearly overkill for a simple bank heist, so at least this might let there be a few survivors for Jon to break with interrogation later when the bank is willing to fund for some revenge.