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The Heist
They had been investigating for weeks, planning and setting up for what seemed like forever. But now was the time for everything to go into action. One team dressed up and settled into various undercover positions in the casino- including Lion himself over at the slots, in case he needed to call Greta and let her know someone was calling her out. Though hopefully, word of mouth would find her first.
Another at the bank, Mona using her Executor weapon to prove they could break-in at any time. It was all or nothing now- either way Greta was about to learn there were way more Executors than she previously assumed.
That is, if the Executors were right in their assumptions. But after last time who knows what might happen...
Another at the bank, Mona using her Executor weapon to prove they could break-in at any time. It was all or nothing now- either way Greta was about to learn there were way more Executors than she previously assumed.
That is, if the Executors were right in their assumptions. But after last time who knows what might happen...
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The lasers recede back into the walls, making it safe to progress.
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"That...seems a bit too convenient."
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"They've probably got all kinds of things left in the way. I do wonder how the others are doing back there."
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It's at this point that Sword's phone goes off. He stops to answer it, stares at it in anger, and then shuts it off and shoves it in his pocket.
"We have to hurry. That was Achilles, they found the money and should be transferring it, except he texted that to everyone. Including Ruin and Lion."
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She scowls and takes off running to the vault. If she can get in normally, she will; otherwise, it's Axe Time and/or Fire Time. A stray fireball goes to the nearest security camera out of spite.
"I'm going to re-kill him if we don't pull this off after that!"
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"I don't think we have a choice to not pull this off," he points out. "Greta knows she's been had, so it's do or die."
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Before anyone can move, though, Miss Phantom speaks up.
"So, it really was that easy... I'm almost a little disappointed."
There's a click.
When the group turns to face her, Miss Phantom is pointing a gun straight at them.
"Now, please step away from the vault."
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...But trusting the wrong person to the detriment of his fellow Executors was not a mistake he would make twice. Miss Phantom, however, had made a critical mistake herself. She had probably assumed Phoenix had hung back from the others with her to hold off further security like he'd said he was. He didn't really care about that, Sword and Wolfsbane could handle something so minor. What he'd been watching out for was Phantom herself.
Arguably her second mistake was the gun making enough of a sound that he knew exactly where it was, sword flashing as he swung it with no hesitation to attempt taking off the entire hand aiming it.
Trusting in Esme had almost killed them all. Phoenix had been ready to kill her outright in this exact situation the minute Sword and Wolfsbane went on ahead, swiftly learning he wasn't the sort of person--now or in the past--that would tolerate the same error more than once.
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"That answers the question of whether to let you keep the Authority, doesn't it?"
The look on her face is twisted. Angry, but almost smiling, too.
cw: amputation
His blade sings through the air and with perfect aim, it cuts through the Phantom's wrist like a hot knife through butter. She screams and pneuma splurts from the wound and in all the chaos, a single gunshot rings out.
Thanks to Phoenix's quick thinking her aim is completely off and the bullet pings off the wall behind them. Unfortunately, that's enough to set off some sort of internal alarm that starts wailing through the building, adding to the din.
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Cold? Probably.
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"It can't– can't be empty!" she splutters. "Let me inside– you have to let me see!"
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Do you feel something rumbling underfoot?
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Why look at that. The walls are starting to close in.
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"They're closing in the walls. Everyone, move out!"
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This day was not going all that great.
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And certainly not a Specter already slowed down by an injury.
But the curious thing is... when Miss Phantom climbs to her feet, she heads in the opposite direction. Back towards the vault. Even though she's still bleeding all over the place, if the Executors care to glance back at all as they make their escape, they'll see her scrabbling to pull herself into the hole blasted into Vault #0's door.
I'll leave what happens after to your imagination.
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"I should hope the place isn't going to keep trying to kill us!"
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One, two, three sets of running footfalls—so she hadn’t followed them. Very well, if that was her choice, then...
...He had more important things to think about than the brief and fleeting twinge of something akin to guilt. Later, perhaps.