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| Trouble at the Bank | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 29 2007, 03:15 PM (137 Views) | |
| Post #1 Jun 29 2007, 03:15 PM | Craggon |
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John Constantine entered the bank at noon. Today was the day he was supposed to have lunch with his wife, but he forgot his credit card at home so he had to stop in and grab some cash. As he entered the building Bill waved to him, the man was a little over weight and average height, his gray guard uniform was wrinkled and had some white powder from a powdered donut he had earlier. John waved back and walked toward him, “Anything lately?” he asked. “No, some kids were causing trouble outside the doors earlier, but apart from that its been a slow weak. I guess I should count myself lucky, it was a close call last time.” said Bill. “Yeah, well I have to get some money for lunch with the wife, so I don’t have much time to talk. See you at poker tomorrow?” he asked as he made his way toward one of the tellers. “Yeah, your turn for beer, though.” He said, John waved his hand in acknowledgement and approached the lady safely behind the bullet proof glass. “What can I do for you today, John?” she asked. “Well hello to you too, Nancy.” He said, “I just need forty out of my account.” “Alright, enter your pin.” She replied. John entered the pin and signed, then took his money and was about to walk out when he stopped in his tracks. He looked to Bill and asked, “Bathroom?” Bill pointed him down a hallway and said, “Follow the signs.” John nodded and walked down the hall. The second door on the left had the ‘Men’s’ sign on it, so he used the door and entered the stink ridden room, removing his rings and walking over to the urinal. After he finished his business he washed his hands and returned the rings to their rightful places. He was about to walk out of the door when he heard the shots. Three quick bursts, a pause, then one more. The first three must have hit something soft, and the last one must have either missed or hit something hard. People were screaming and voices could be heard yelling at them to shut up. John looked to his belt for the radio, ‘bad day to leave it at the office,’ he thought to himself. He reached to his right side and pushed aside his jacket, unclipping the holster and drawing his police-issue 16 shot pistol. Slowly opening the door, he peeked outside into the hall toward the entrance of the bank. He saw six men dressed in black with no intention of masking their faces, they carried semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns. A few of the men were stronger than the rest, but the others looked capable enough. Ducking low he waited until they all were turned and made his way away from them toward the stairs. As he reached the stairs he looked at the map on the wall and found the central security room, it was in the basement. Taking the stairs down one floor he saw a door that had been left open; raising his gun, he proceeded. Peeking through the doorway he saw a man facing away, peering into a glass and cement encased room. Walking slowly behind the man he took out his badge and put his gun to the man’s back, he raised the badge and said, “Freeze, you’re under arrest. Drop the weapon now and raise your hands above your head.” Laughing, the man said, “Building security? You won’t make it out of here alive!” he spun around and raised the weapon. Only to find his death. One shot was fired into his chest; he hit the wall and fell to the ground. Picking up the weapon, John walked over to the door and knocked on it, “John Constantine, NYPD, Open up!” he said, putting his badge to the glass on the door. There was the sound of metal sliding across metal as the lock was undone and the door opened. “Thank God you’re here. Is backup on the way?” asked the security guard. “No one knows I’m here, we’re on our own.” Said John. “What about your radio?” “I left it on the desk, are you going to help or not? I said we are on our own, so that means we have to get to work.” “You’ve done this before?” asked the man, nervously. “No, but we’ve gone over it in training, and luckily I know quite a bit about weapons. Damn good thing I was in the Marines, if I make it out of here alive I will never refer to it as a bad experience ever again.” “You’re making jokes at a time like this?” “I was never one for pressure, it eases the mood a bit. Now how many of them are there?” “Uh,” started the man, shaking his head and trying to think, “Twelve, counting the one you killed.” “Ok, what’s your name?” asked John. “Chris.” Said the guard. “Ok, Chris, do you have any spare radios?” “Yeah, we have two right here.” He said, picking up one. John grabbed it and turned it on. “Go to channel 7 and we will keep in contact, when I say radio silence, I mean it. Stay here and tell me where they are. Do you have any headsets?” “We just got the blue-tooth ones in.” “Good, give me one of those.” Said John, receiving the headphones and putting them on. He checked the reception, it was good. “Stay here and keep the door shut and locked.” “What are you going to do?” “I’m gonna find these guys, and I’m gonna kill ‘em.” Said John, running away over toward the set of stairs on the opposite side of the building from the ones he used. Using the radio, he asked, “Alright, where are they now?” Chris’ voice came back saying, “Eight are in the main room, one is guarding the hall you are headed toward, and two are on the second floor looking for something.” “Alright, good job, keep watching and tell me when you see any major movements.” Said John, exiting into the hallway and making some noises, beckoning the man standing guard to check it out. Hesitantly, the man radios he is checking some noises and walks slowly toward the stairs. As he walks into the room housing the staircase, John hits him in the back with the butt of the rifle. The man stumbles toward the stairs, John punches him flat in the back, sending him rolling down the stairs. Pursuing the man’s falling body, John puts the strap for the rifle over his shoulder and allows it to drop to his side. Dragging his pistol from its holster, he walks up to the man’s body, kicking the rifle out of his reach. Stepping on the man’s right wrist, he pins his arm down to the ground, the man sends his left fist into John’s ankle, making it buckle and allow him to lose balance. The man sends another punch and John is laying on the floor as well. The man leaps to his feet and approaches, John’s feet lock around the man’s ankles and he twists his body, sending the man face first into the bottom stair. Pulling himself over to the man, he puts the gun to the back of the man’s neck and grabs his hair, pulling back and looking at his face. The features are smeared with blood and dirt, originating from a gash on his forehead. Feeling the man’s pulse, John switches his grip on the pistol and delivers the butt of the gun into the back of the man’s head. “Two down, ten to go.” John says into the microphone of the headset, “Any movements?” he asked. “Only a few people shifting around uneasily.” “Do you have audio?” “Yes.” “What do they want?” “They are asking for money, all of the money in the bank.” “Wasn’t there an article in the paper about the shift away from paper money?” “Yeah, we don’t carry much here anymore.” “This doesn’t make sense, unless it’s a diversion." To Be Continued.... |
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| Post #2 Jun 29 2007, 03:31 PM | Dark-Crusader |
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pretty good, i think, now this is my opinion, that i would have liked to know he was a cop before he pulled his gun out, and cops don't think ill kill him first, they try to injure the bad guy, may be shoot the guy in a non life threatening place and knocking them out. otherwise good work can't wait to read more |
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| Post #3 Jun 29 2007, 04:38 PM | Craggon |
| It makes it more interesting, in my opinion, to have that information introduced later one. Plus, the guy was about to shoot him, he had to shoot before being shot. Also, not all police go for wounding, depending on what kinda cop it is and the situation, they could go for the kill / serious injury. If he has to put the guy down and neutralize the threat, he will. Havent you ever seen Die Hard? -P |
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| Post #4 Jun 29 2007, 05:13 PM | Dark-Crusader |
i meant
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| Post #5 Jun 29 2007, 06:53 PM | Craggon |
| Ok, so hes not the best cop -P...its a personality flaw. |
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| Post #6 Jun 29 2007, 08:54 PM | Grunt_of_War |
| Hehe, nice job on it. |
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