“Ok guys, this is a pretty simple heist. Get in, open the safe, grab the cash and get back to van.” Bain said through the radio.
“Copy that.” Wolf responded in the radio. “Alright guys, this is the plan: I’ll go through the front and act like I’m making a loan. Chains, you sneak in through the roof and take out any guards up there. Dallas, Pick the lock in the back, and slowly make your way through, taking out any guards and avoiding cameras. Hoxton, get the drill from the truck in the parking lot and follow Dallas.”
"Will do." The other three responded.
All stallions took their positions. Chains, Dallas, and Hoxton put on their masks while Wolf made his way in line. Chains slowly snuck up the roof, silenced pistol in hand. There was one guard patrolling the roof. He aimed, and fired.
“Bingo.” He said to himself. He quietly ran over to the dead guard.
“Bulldozer, do you copy?” A voice said from the pager.
“Uh, yea. I dropped my gun and it fired by accident.” Chains replied to the pager, hoping to fool the pony on the other end.
“Ok. Just be damn careful with the guns, boss will have your flank if you break one.”
“Alright, will do.” Chains said, walking towards the stairwell inside the building.
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Hoxton was behind Dallas, drill on his back. They began walking forward, until a civilian rounded the corner. Dallas put a hoof up, signaling Hoxton to stop. They waited until the civilian, who happened to be the bank manager, went back around the corner.
“Vault is to the right when we walk out of the door.” Dallas whispered to Hoxton. The pony with the drill nodded, and took position in front of Dallas. He poked his head out to see the hallway clear.
“At least, we get a break.” He thought to himself before he started walking out nonchalantly. Dallas grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back.
“Are you an idiot? The CAMERA!” He said through gritted teeth. Hoxton grinned sheepishly at him.
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Wolf walked in, and looked around. There was a single security guard to the left of the bank teller’s room. He got in the longest line, and began waiting to hear the drill. It was fairly silent, so it would be a small challenge for him to hear. But he indeed heard the drill right as he got to the window.
“It’s go time.” He thought to himself as he put on his mask and drew his assault rifle. He turned and shot the guard, and watched his body fall to the ground.
“EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND!” He bellowed as screams echoed through the bank. All the civilians complied and went to the ground. A group of guards came out of a small office to his right and opened fire. He simply mowed down the group like a lawnmower mows grass. The alarm of the bank sounded, signaling an alarm had been tripped.
“Dammit!” He exclaimed out loud. “Hoxton, come to me!” He shouted as he began tying civilians with cable ties.
“On it!” Hoxton replied as he ran through the back offices. He jumped over a desk and landed on the last guard in the bank. Hoxton delivered a bullet to his head, and ran to Wolf’s location.
The police just then started pulling up to the bank, SWAT and normal officers began surrounding the bank.
“SWAT is breaching the side door to the East of the building!” Bain said to all the criminals through the radio.
Wolf ran to the door, and began firing at the SWAT. He took out two, and the other three jumped behind cover. At that time, the drill jammed.
“SOMEONE GET THE DRILL!” Wolf shouted as he killed another SWAT.
“Already on it!” Dallas shouted in reply as he restarted the drill. “Come on, you piece of CRAP!” He said angrily as he restarted the drill. “To think we steal THOUSANDS a day and we can’t afford better drills.
The four Stallions were now spread out. Wolf on the roof, Chains at the front covering the door, and Hoxton and Dallas near the drill.
“We got one minute left!” bellowed Dallas. “Keep it together; I hear there are some gold bars in the deposit boxes.”
“If we end up getting those, I bet we could get a few mares and have some fun, eh boys?” Chains replied with a smirk on his face.
“Somepony would have to be paid MILLIONS to get into bed with you, Chains.” Hoxton remarked.
“You won’t be able to even SEE another mare if you three don’t shut up and focus on the job at hand.” Wolf said, un-amused.
“I think Wolf would need two mares; one for his lips and the other for his “lower department.” Dallas cackled.
“More like three; one for the lips, one for the rear, and one for the front.” Chains laughed back.
The entire group laughed, including Wolf.
“That would be nice, but focus on the mission. Then we can get the mares. The vault is open!” Wolf announced into the radio. All of the stallions ran to the open vault, and began bagging the cash.
“Chains, Hoxton, get a bag! Dallas and I will cover you!” Wolf commanded. The others did what he said, and they very quickly got all the bags into the escape van.
“You got the cash, but you can go back for more if you want.” Bain asserted. The group ran back to the bank, and started looting the deposit boxes. Wolf and Hoxton pulled out their saws and began drilling, while Dallas and Chains defended them.
“There’s nothing in these, only worthless CRAP!” Hoxton disclosed to the group.
“Not really.” Wolf said as he showed Hoxton a jeweled necklace. “Found this.”
After their saws ran out of saws to use, the four switched positions.
“Deploying ammo bag!” Wolf remarked. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s g-.” He was then thrown across the room by a juggernaut.
“I’m DOWN!” He cried as the other remaining turned around. Dallas ran to help him up, but the juggernaut shot him in the hind leg, bringing him down.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” The two downed ponies barked as Chains and Hoxton began running out. Chains avoided the armored pony, but Hoxton was caught by him. His legs were broken, and he was dropped to the ground.
All hope was on Chains. He ran as fast as he could, sprinting to the van. He was just a few feet away, when a sniper delivered a devastating blow, bring him down.
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“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Scootaloo screamed as she went down. “I’m down!”
“Well, you blew it.” Button Mash said as he tossed the controller on the couch next to him.
“If you didn’t die, we could’ve won!” Scootaloo said back sharply.
“Goodness, you two, calm down.” Sweetie Belle said. “It’s only a game.”
“Remember the pink paint ya’ wanted, Sweetie?” Asked Applebloom.
“Yes, why?”
“Since we failed, we didn’t get paid. So you don’t have enough money to buy the pain. Sweetie gasped, than began wailing.
“Well girls. Bank robbing AND gaming cutie marks are OUT.”