Chapter 8
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ,
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Eighteen, Lunch, Goku,
Vegeta were in the lobby of the hotel across from the Prouds jewellery store
that they were planning to rob. With them were three of the best snipers that
the Red Ribbon gang had been able to recruit; Bouzi Neo, Jezbu and Me. All
three of them were dressed nicely in black suits and carried violin cases in
which their weapon of choice was hidden.
It was a little clichéd but
Eighteen thought that the classic look would attract the least attention.
“Bouzi Neo, I want you to
head up onto the roof of this hotel and set up shop, any cops who show up are
fair fodder.” Eighteen slapped Bouzi Neo on the back and she scurried into an
elevator. “Me, I want you to head up onto the roof of the building next to
Prouds, you know, the take away store. I want you to keep the back door of
Prouds covered in case an cops try to sneak in that way to catch us off guard.”
Me nodded and hurried off.
Lastly Eighteen turned and
looked at Jezbu who was staring at the floor with a dazed looking eyes. “Jezbu
I want you on the roof of the building the other side of Prouds, the clothing
store. Just stay up there and keep a watch out – once again any cops you see
you can kill. Oh, but first I want you to head to around the back of Prouds and
cut their electricity and their phone lines.”
“Right Boss.” Jezbu gave a
nod and casually sauntered out the hotel towards Prouds.
Eighteen turned back to
Lunch, Vegeta and Goku. “This has to run smoothly, if we run into any problems
then we pull out as fast as we can. I don’t want anybody ending up dead and I
really don’t want any of us ending up in jail, go that?” They all murmured that
they understood and Eighteen nodded. “Then put your gear on.”
“Wait, where’s the car
going to be?” Vegeta put a hand on Eighteen arm to stop her from walking away.
Eighteen stared at his hand
pointedly and Vegeta hurriedly removed it. “The cars going to be waiting right
outside, after the robbery when we walk outside the building the driver will
drive over and we’ll leave. We have a fairly good driver so we shouldn’t have
any trouble making a get away.”
“Okay, lets rock and roll.”
Lunch pulled a black balaclava out of the pocket of the black parka she was
wearing and pulled it on, the others followed her lead.
Eighteen pumped her shotgun
and looked at Goku. His eyes looked slightly scared and she smiled to herself;
wether Goku liked it or not he was going to commit a crime, and being an undercover
cop he probably hated the fact that he had to do this or risk blowing his
cover. They jogged out of the hotel lobby and crossed the all but deserted
street; they had chosen to rob Prouds on a Monday morning when there were less
people around, the door chimed as they jogged in the door.
“Welcome to Prouds, how may
I help…” The clerk froze, her mouth widening in horror as Eighteen levelled her
shotgun at her chest.
“You can help me,” Eighteen
looked at the nametag and smiled to herself at the funny little rabid squirrel
cartoon that was drawn on it. “Miss Renee, by opening all these display cases
and staying the fuck away from the emergency alarm.”
The lights flicked out
suddenly and Lunch laughed. “Looks like Jezbu cut the power.” Lunch had her
machine gun pointed at the guard in the corner who was staring at them with
wide terrified eyes.
Renee the store clerk let
out a frightened squeak as Eighteen jumped the counter and nudged her with the
shot gun. “Come on honey pie, open the display cases, we’ll take what we want
and then we’ll be on our way.” The clerk reached for the keys her hands shaking
so much they dropped them twice before she was able to open the first case.
“Right, Goku get the jewellery, Vegeta you head into the back of the store and
see what they have back there, you find any other employees back there you
bring them out the front.” For the first time Eighteen noticed the woman cowering
in the corner of the store. “You!” she pointed her shot gun at the woman. “Get
over here.”
The woman took a few shaky
steps over before she fell to the floor in a dead faint, Eighteen rolled her
eyes and checked the woman’s purse, taking the fifty dollars cash from her
wallet and checking her identification. “Hmm…Miss Bluma, you’ll make a good
hostage.” Eighteen hefted the unconscious woman up an dumped her next to the
guard for Lunch to watch, then she turned back to Renee who had opened all the
display cases and stood shaking behind the counter.
“Please don’t kill me!” She
begged, clearly terrified.
“We won’t kill you.”
Eighteen smiled politely. “Not unless you make us.”
The ‘employee’s only’
door that Vegeta had disappeared down opened and he came out with his gun
pointed at the head of another employee, her eyes were wide but she was walking
calmly. Apart from frowning at Goku as he shoved fistfuls of jewellery into the
bag she made no other movement.
“Nothing more back there,
well, apart from the woman.” Vegeta kept his handgun pointed at the woman’s
head, “She was trying to phone the cops…but unfortunately for her the phones
weren’t working.” Vegeta laughed and Eighteen blinked in surprise.
Vegeta was enjoying
himself.
In the distance they could
hear the sounds of sirens and Eighteen swore to herself. “Goku, hows it
coming?”
“Almost finished.” He
muttered back.
Outside they heard police
cars screech to a halt followed by gunshots that sounded like they’d come from
the hotel roof across the street; Bouzi Neo had started work already. Now they
could hear the cries of the policemen outside; “Officer down, Officer down!”
followed by more gunshots and the scream of somebody who was in intense pain.
“Son Asanra!” They could
hear one policewoman’s voice in particular, it sounded as if her partner had
been shot from the way she was screaming their name. “You bastard! You killed
Asanra!”
Eighteen ignored the
police. She knew the snipers would take care of any police who got too close. She
turned her attention on Goku again who’s hands were fumbling with nervousness.
“Okay, I’m done, lets go!”
He put the backpack on.
“Thanks for your
co-operation security guard Christa.” Lunch grinned at the frightened security
guard. “And for yours Renee.” Lunch waved cheerfully at the frightened clerk
and looked out the window. “We’re going to need a hostage!”
Vegeta roughly pulled the
woman Bluma to her feet, she was awake again but clearly terrified. “I got one,
let’s go.” They opened the door and Vegeta walked out first, recognising most
of the policemen outside. He kept his gun to Miss Bluma’s head as he took two
steps out. “Anybody shoots at us then the woman gets it!” They hurried outside,
the remaining policemen kept their guns on them but were wary, they now knew
that there were Eighteens sniper henchmen on the buildings surrounding them.
A car screeched around the
corner with tinted lens and the passenger door was flung open. They climbed inside
one by one; Vegeta was the last to get in, dragging the terrified Miss Bluma in
after him. “Drive Ane S. Thesia! Drive!” Eighteen yelled.
Obediently Ane S. Thesia
stepped on the car and the roared off towards the change over point.
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