If you've played the original Animal Crossing then you've seen the WANTED poster in the Police Station of a girl and an animal. If you've played New Leaf, the WANTED poster doesn't have these characters anymore. This is my interpretation of how they got on the poster and off. I hope you enjoy. By the way, this won't be interfering with my other fan fiction. Also I feel the need to illustrate the ratings if necessary so please read the following warnings.
Warning: This story yields a T rating. This fiction features some scenes of gun play such as the brandishing and use of firearms. Violence is minor and non detailed. It also features minor language.
First Chapter Warning: This chapter features a bank robbery and hostage situation and therefore features occurring themes of gun play and minor violence. The mention of a wound is explained in its simplest form and is non detailed. Events described in this chapter are not meant to relate to any events that have taken place in the real world. If such events have occurred in a similar way then it is purely coincidental and is not intended to copy or to create a parody of.
The buildings acted as the city's walls, towering through the sky and piercing the heavens in the moonlit night. Cars raced through the busy streets and rain poured on passing-by pedestrians: some innocently walking home, others pickpockets and thieves waiting in alleys to take away a man's hard days salary. Within this thick urban jungle was a discount hotel down on 11th & Philmore Street. Dim street lights created a glow around the front of the structure with light reflecting off the wet, brittle bricks.
The flicker of a light in a room bled gently through closed shades. The room, although occupied by one, was empty in the sense that the soul there was empty, wanting to be fulfilled but sure of no such thing ever happening because the events that took place only months ago still haunted her. She was still a fugitive on the run and had nowhere to go.
"Here is your complete transaction of 100,000 bells, Mr. Antoine." A teller said as she handed a business figure their money. All was busy within the National Wild World bank with withdrawals and deposits going through every minute. Both casually and formally dressed figure raced through the lobby; some in important business calls, some there to make deposits and small withdrawals. About a mile away a black van drove cautiously towards the bank with five shadowy figures inside ready to make the withdrawal of the century.
"Everyone load up. We're almost there." One of the figures suggested as he loaded a magazine into his gun. The four figures in the back checked their weapons and went over the plan for the last time.
"We get in there, order everyone down, and we take the money. No distractions, no screw ups. Charlie and Ken will guard the front doors. Clark, you and I will take the money. Jake, wait outside with the van. Got it?" He explained as the car came to a stop. Everyone nodded and hoisted their guns into the air. The van doors swung open and they rushed the bank like soldiers off to a war zone.
"Everyone get down!" Clark yelled as he waved his gun into the air, others doing the same. Charlie and Ken stood at the doors, forcing people down and guarding their positions by peeking out the glass doors. Clark and Randy rushed to the counter as the rest of the bank goers dropped to the floor in fear.
"Put everything in the bag! Now!" Clark demanded as he held a large bag in front of him, weapon drawn. The teller, a young bird dressed in the traditional, green employee vest, panicked and raced to the vault to get the money. One of the tellers, knowing none of the criminals were watching him, pushed the silent alarm button and hid behind the counter in fear. "Hurry it up back there!" He demanded as other tellers joined in to help unload the vault.
"Ugh, they should be out by now. This is crazy I never should have agreed to do this." Jake thought to himself, alone in the car as he watched Ken and Charlie stand at the doors up the steps. Jake motioned to them to hurry it up when he noticed flashing lights in the distance of his side mirror.
Among the crowd of customers was Booker, a German Sheppard who had just been assigned to the local police force. His hands were in a place to where he couldn't reach for his sidearm and Ken watched him too closely to be able to do anything.
"Cops! We have to go now!" Jake yelled as he ran into the bank, abandoning the van. Outside several police units amassed along with two SWAT vans. They all set up behind their vehicles, doors acting as cover. An officer used a megaphone to tell them the "jig was up" but they didn't give in, even with the large police presence.
"We don't have all the money yet. Jake get a hostage!" Randy demanded, throwing a handgun to Jake. Jake caught the gun, disgust in his eyes.
"No way, Randy. We agreed all I would do is drive the getaway car. You said nothing about hostages." Jake retorted. Randy approached him.
"I don't care what I said. We need this money and you know it. I'm not going to let you slow us down. Do it now." Randy demanded, done playing games with him. Jake hesitantly gripped the gun and looked around at everyone unsure of a decision. "Hey you with the brown hair, get over there!" Randy waved his gun at a teller then over to Jake. "Here, Jake. Hold onto her for now so we can finish this." The girl stumbled into Jake's arms, face white with fear.
"Hello, uh, 'Nicole'," he read from her name tag, "Just come here don't worry I won't hurt you." Jake insisted, as she began to cry. Outside the police were going over strategies to get into the bank unnoticed to subdue the robbers. One officer alerted the chief that one of theirs, Booker, was inside.
"So you really think you can get away with this?" Booker said, still on the floor. Ken looked over to him and motioned his gun at him. "You honestly think you can escape this mess with half the city's police right behind you?"
"Shut up you, we know what we're doing!" He kicked Booker in the stomach to quiet him and walked over to Charlie. "Randy are you almost finished?"
"Yeah money's secured. Jake, get out there and show off the hostage to them." Randy demanded. Jake's eyes opened wide. He didn't want to be a part of this plan at all and showed signs of it. Randy walked over to him and forced him out the door, police drawing their guns. Jake just stood there with her in her arms as the police demanded he let her go. Jake looked up at a nearby building across the street to see a police sniper waiting for permission to engage. "Ah heck Jake you're horrible at this! Ken, Charlie, go get him and let off some steam while you're at it." Randy demanded as him and Clark collected the money. Ken and Charlie dashed out of the bank and grabbed Jake and the girl. As they dragged them back in they opened fire on the police cars and shot into the air. The sniper panicked and let off a round.
"Randy we need to get the heck out of here. Go through the back!" Charlie commanded. Randy and Ken ran to pick up the money. Charlie looked over to see the hostage lying in Jake's arms, bleeding from the sniper's shot. "Jake come on let's go! Bring her with you! Everyone follow me." Jake ran into the back, leading everyone else to the exit. Jake was still in the lobby with a handgun in one hand and a bleeding girl in his other. To him, he just held someone hostage. To the police, he just shot a hostage; them unaware of the sniper's shot. Jake stood there unsure of what to do, looking out the glass door to see the SWAT team getting ready to move in. Jake got up, throwing the injured girl over his shoulder, and chased after the others.
Action packed! Well you've pretty much gotten some of the background story there. I had to change some things to make sure it fit a T rating so that I wouldn't have to make it anything higher. This whole fiction is only rated T because of this chapter and therefore the rest of the chapters will not feature as much violence or gun play. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more chapters!