A/N: A short fic, inspired by looking at wanted posters on the bulletin boards and online. No more than 3 chapters at the very most.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"We now go back to our local news reporter, Lammy," A masculine voice passed through a television set. "So madam, may you please explain our current situation of the following incident?"
"Yes, good morning," Lammy replied through the microphone. "It appears that the local terrorist group has struck our facilities downtown, causing several fatalities and stealing a high quality diamond from the jewellery store."
"Local police units have attempted to track down the criminals to arrest them, but has made little to no progress at this pace," the lamb continued in her French accent. "Local authorities are willing to pay handsomely to anyone who is able to track down and bring these criminals forwards to justice."
"The authorities are working as we speak to help keep our city a safer place. This is Lammy, AAN network."
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A single man wearing a dark jacket carrying a leather briefcase walks down an empty industrial street with the overcast pelting him down with rain. He slowly trekked the soaking sidewalk before he stopped at a dark alleyway to take a peek inside the dark corner.
The cocking for a Colt pistol was heard by the man, causing him to recoil back in alarm. A moment too slow, however, the camouflaged figure within the alleyway fired his sidearm and lodged a bullet inside his victim's skull, forcing his body to fall down onto the concrete pavement and spilling his crimson red blood from the wound. The gunman, how revealing himself as a red furred flying squirrel with a blue mask, came out to retrieve the suitcase he was carrying and ran off down the street for a few blocks.
Stopping at a half boarded up building that was supposed to be a bar, he opened the creaky doors carefully and took a seat down next to his partners in crime, Lifty, Shifty and the Mole. They greeted him with relatively cheerful attitudes despite the gloomy atmosphere and scenario.
"Did you kill him?" Lifty asked, trying to hide a smile.
"Yeah, I have the money," Splendont replied, pulling out the suitcase.
Placing the leather casing on the table, he opened the two latches and opened up the suitcase, only to discover it being stuffed full of papers that appeared like a mix of the bills they would find in a Monopoly game and half used toilet paper as a dirty trick their clients pulled on them.
"FAKE MONEY?!" Splendont demanded, slamming the lid shut in outrage.
"You know we couldn't trust those fuckers," the Mole cursed quietly.
"Hey man, we gotta take it back," Shifty filled up. "We stole that diamond for them, we deserve our money."
Unknown to the gang, a shadowy vehicle pulled up near their base. Several figures dressed in police uniforms and wielding M4 rifles disembarked from the truck that was labelled with four bold letters, 'SWAT'. All of them were wearing ski masks and Kevlar helmets and vests for their operation.
"Yeah that sounds like a good idea," Lifty muttered. Looking at one of the boarded up windows, his pupils shrank as he saw a figure dressed with a ski mask peer through one of the board edges and then quickly retreat back down. "COPS!"
"SHIT!" Splendont cursed, taking his pistol and shooting the single light bulb illuminating the room.
The SWAT members busted down the door and fired a volley of bullets into the dark room with their automatic rifles, shattering many of the wine bottles on the shelves and a stray bullet killing the bartender. Splendont and his gang already took advantage of the chance to escape through the backdoor and out into the long alleyway. The police in the bar simply checked the body of the dead bartender before moving on to the backdoor.
A police sniper was already observing the criminal group's retreat down the alleyway. Zeroing in his scope to target, he took aim at the mole, cocked the bolt and fired a shot at the criminal. Sensing danger, the mole dived down, but still got grazed in the head while he fell. Splendont noticed this and quickly pulled him into the edge of another building with the police still chasing their tail.
"Damn, he's gone," Splendont said, checking his pulse and his bloodied face.
"We gotta go," Shifty said, running towards one of the ladders situated nearby the building they're resting at.
"Yeah," Splendont replied as Shifty started to climb the ladder.
Reaching the top of the building, the crew formed up nearby a staricase access at the roof. Meanwhile, two of the officers took up positions under the ladder they came up from, while another three breached the building from another door and were headed up the stairs to the roof. One of the police kicked in the door at the building's staircase access as the other two advanced into the staircase and up the stairs to confront the criminals. Splendont and Lifty were already waiting for them however, and as one of the officers got to the top, Splendont yanked out his rifle as he was caught off guard. He quickly followed with a boot, knocking him off balance and off the stairs. The red squirrel then used his newly acquired weapon to fire a volley of bullets down the staircase, managing to hit and kill another officer.
"Watch out!" Shifty declared from the ladder.
Looking around, Splendont saw an officer advancing up the ladder they just came up from. Taking aim, he managed to hit his head as he advanced up the ladder, causing him to fall onto the other officer climbing up with him.
Lifty, while covering their leader's back, took note of a grenade lopped at them from the remaining officer at the bottom. Kicking the cylinder shaped canister the other way, it rolled back down the stairs and exploded at the sender's own feet.
With smoke now trailing from the staircase access, the gang could now hear police sirens from down the main street they were near to. They jumped down to the opposite alleyway onto some dumpsters, breaking their fall for their quick getaway.
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The rain already stopped falling at the early morning sunshine. Splendont could see his own reflection in one of the clearly reflected puddles as Shifty walked up and opened a door to what appears to be an abandoned warehouse.
The door creaked slowly as it opened, lighting up the container room with the early day sunlight. A single figure slept at some of the boxes on a chair, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He woke up hastily as the three entered the room.
"Where's the Mole?" the green figure replied. It was Evil Flippy, and ever since he was separated from the original Flippy, he was forced to take up the life of crime for a living.
"The mole is dead," Splendont reported solemly. "Those bastards shot him."
"We stole that diamond from those rich guys you know," he continued. "And let me tell you, it wasn't easy… they owe us lots of money."
"Fuck," Evil replied quickly.
"I want you to steal that diamond back," Splendont ordered. "I don't care about the money- You can keep it after you've stolen it, I just want my revenge."
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