AN: Look! A quick update! I'm not incapable of them!
The rest will follow in a similar suit!
(hopefully)
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Maka had made it shakily to her feet, her heart loud in her ears and she forced herself to take a step towards the now blindingly illuminated back room.
"The VAULT!" Giriko howled from behind her, knocking her into the wall harshly as he pushed his way past. He was followed by four security guards, all in black.
It only quickened her pace though, after picking herself back up she jogged into the room, discarding black heels on the way. She stopped at the door frame, breathing heavily.
The four guards with Giriko had met up with another group, most stood in front of the vault with guns drawn. Maka knew she should go back; hide under her desk like she was trained to do in a situation like this, like all the other tellers were doing… but…
Without knowing it, the man had somehow made this really… personal to her.
"Well?!" Giriko screaming, spinning around on his heels, eyes darting around the room, "Where are you?!"
Maka knew she had seen the man run into this room, but he sure as hell wasn't there now. Giriko turned over a desk roughly, sending papers flying into the air,
"Look around!" He roared to the guards who immediately began destroying everything in a feeble attempt to locate him. A man smashed the coffee maker in the process,
"He's not here." Maka said quietly, annoyed by the general stupid panic of it all. The men continued, ignoring her,
"HE'S CLEARLY NOT HERE," she shouted, surprised at her own voice. Giriko whipped around to look at her, a crazed anger in his eyes,
"Well," He spat, "Where the fuck is he?!"
"I don't know." She muttered, but his hand was already at the collars of her shirt,
"You know these fuckers Maka?" He said, shaking her slightly. She held his gaze with ferocity as one of the guards spoke up,
"Giriko, I think she's right, he's not here," Another kicked over a filing cabinet, looking behind it.
"You don't know that!" Giriko shouted back, his face red, a vein in his neck protruding.
A few of the guards starting agreeing with the first, the room almost completely destroyed as Giriko lifted Maka off the ground, her breathing becoming strangled, but her cold gaze never leaving his.
"Shut the fuck up and keep looking!" Giriko was hysteric, panic and anger coursed through his entire body.
He moved his arm in a motion which Maka knew was about to result in her being thrown against the glass wall.
The phone on the wall rang loudly.
Everyone froze, their eyes instantly shooting toward it. The ringing that quieted them cut through the tense silence. Giriko's grip loosened, dropping Maka back to the ground. Lip curled, he took a few strong steps towards it. As his hand reached for it tentatively, the ringing stopped.
The speakerphone light clicked on, but it was still silent for a long moment, before there was a quick whisper:
"Above you,"
Every head in the room simultaneously shot upwards. She saw his white hair for only a second before the room went black, the lights off again as the man fell from the ceiling.
There was the sound of impact.
Giriko let out a muffled cry, which was followed by a loud CRACK.
"Fucking… SHOOT HIM," He strangled out in the darkness.
Muzzle flairs.
Maka could only see what was happening in the light from the discharged weapons.
The man seemed to move impossibly fast, but it was as if she was seeing it all in slowed motion, his device leaving a trail of dim light in what looked like a dance.
He ducked under a guards arm, catching it over his shoulder and throwing the man onto the ground in front of him, removing the gun from his hand as he fell and releasing the ammo from it before sliding the gun apart and dropping it to the floor.
Darkness.
Followed by more gun flairs,
The man's hood flew off as he slid along the ground, revealing more blindingly white hair. He took out a guards footing, the guards gun continuing to fire erratically above him. The man rolled and was to his feet in an instant, but his momentum kept him going fast, a well-aimed elbow colliding with another's jaw and sending him to the floor.
Maka scrambled back against the wall as darkness fell once again. More sounds of impact, more metal hitting the ground: guns disabled. Choked shouts for only a moment at a time.
There was silence and an eerie stillness before a lone light snapped on, a single beam. Underneath it stood the white haired man. Feet firmly against the ground, arms at his sides, head cocked slightly. Although the bandanna remained over his face, there was no doubt in Maka's mind that he was grinning.
"Giriko," The man said, "Get up,"
Maka's eyes flew across the room to the figure in the darkness, only a dim shape, but undeniably her boss. He stood to his feet, swaying a few times as he trudged towards the beam of light,
"I know who you are," Giriko said in a low voice,
"Oh yeah?" The white haired man replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "And who would that be?"
Giriko growled, still slowly approaching,
Maka sunk against the wall, her eyes wide as she watched her boss approach the mysterious man.
"Soul Eater," He said with a disgust she knew had to be established through a past.
The white haired man laughed,
"I guess my reputation precedes me," Soul shrugged before removing a hand from his pocket and raising it in front of him, "I assume you know what I'm here for then,"
"I'm not opening shit," Giriko rushed him, but Soul simply sidestepped, hitting the back of Giriko's arm and sending him to the ground.
But his arrogance wasn't on his side this time.
Giriko caught himself, his hands on the floor as he propelled his body back up, bringing his legs down towards the back of Soul's neck. He noticed it a moment too late, only able to turn and put his forearm up to block the attack, but falling to his knees. He pushed back, a sound of pain slightly escaping his lips as Giriko bounced back, righting himself.
The two stood a fair ways apart, Soul was to his feet quickly,
"What's wrong hacker," Giriko jeered, the two now circling each other, "Not gonna turn out the lights?!"
He lunged again, this time Soul was able to block his punch and turn behind him, his foot colliding with the back of Giriko's leg, making him stumble forward. He turned back quickly, his hands balled into fists.
"You piece of shit," He said angrily,
"You know," Soul's voice had darkened, "I was planning on doing all this so quietly,"
"Got caught though, didn't you?" Giriko replied, a sickening grin on his face barely illumined from the single beam, "And now you'll have to go through me!"
He jumped into the air, his leg swinging straight for Soul's head. But the man ducked quickly, getting himself on his hands, he shot his body towards Girikos, his feet colliding with his chest, before he sent the man flying into the wall.
He landed with a large crash, and Soul rolled across the ground before standing.
"When it came down to actually doing it though," Soul had the device in his hand, "I decided I really just didn't like you."
Giriko was getting up. As he staggered towards the light once more, Maka saw him spit blood onto the ground,
"What are you talking about?" The man snarled, holding a large gash on his arm with his other hand,
"It's not cool to push girls around," Soul stated, "And I was getting really tired of watching you fuck with her,"
Maka froze; eyes wide as she realized Soul was pointing in her direction. She almost wanted to look behind her, but felt the wall at her back and knew he meant none other.
"Who?" Giriko's eyes strained before they fell on her in the dim light. Her stomach tightened, "That Albarn bitch?"
Without warning, Soul's fist collided with Giriko's jaw, sending him to the ground quickly. He swore as he struggled to his hands and knees on the ground.
"I knew she was involved," Giriko said, his head hung; anger thick in his voice "I fucking knew it!"
Soul's foot swung into Giriko's ribs, sending him back down. Without a word he turned and headed towards the large vault, walking slowly, a hand back in his pocket,
It was Maka's voice that squeaked through the dim light now,
"Y-you can't open that!" She said. Soul stopped abruptly, turning back towards her, eyebrows raised,
"Can't I?"
"I mean, you need three keycards and…" She stopped, looking at Giriko who was moaning from the floor. He already thought she was involved. She was already completely screwed. Her voice got louder, more confident,
"And Giriko has two of them in different parts of the bank," she stood to her feet.
Soul simply chuckled before turning back to the vault,
"I'll try to keep that in mind, pigtails."
She started walking towards him,
"I'm serious! You can't just—"
There was a large creaking sound and Maka saw, to her utmost surprise, the vault door swing open slowly. She turned to Soul who held his device up, shaking it as if to prove a point.
"You work here right?" he said,
"Obviously," She crossed her arms, annoyed. She could hear the smile in his voice again when he spoke:
"Good. Then make my life easier, and show me where they keep the hardcopy restricted files."
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