Ford stepped into the airport and the metallic smell hit him like a battering ram. The walls where practically painted in blood. It didn't take him long to spot Bill, who was in the TSA area, shooting up equipment and people, laughing like a maniac. Without further ado, Ford ran over to him. "Bill! Stop this now you madman!" Ford yelled. "Oh-hoo! Or what are you gonna do?" Bill replied, with that, firing 30 bullets in Ford's direction, who dodged most of them, but got several bleeding cuts and grazes on his arms. Ford then realized that his plan really was pretty dumb. He had no weapon of any kind. However, just then, he spotted a guy in the running crowds, who was wearing a turban, carrying a pistol. Obviously a terrorist. While Bill was busy shooting up a sushi restaurant, Stan ran over to the man, tripping him and knocking him out. He grabbed the terrorist's pistol. He was not letting Bill get away. He ran back through the ruined TSA, to the sushi restaurant, which was now painted red, the racist oriental music still playing. "Well, well, well. Looks like it's time to veto someone else…" a bloodstained Bill said, turning around and facing ford.
"Please… Send help.. He's shooting every-" The call was cut off by an uzi shot from Bill. "This is a code red! I repeat, a code red at the Gravity Falls national airport!" There was chaos at the police station. There was never an organized attack this large since 9/11, and it could get very much worse than that tragedy if nothing was done soon. "I'm getting new info! A car with people related to the incident is trying to leave!" Said an operator. She was beginning to become overloaded with stress. "We need to catch that car, but we need to send people to the airport! What do we do?" She said again, hoping for an answer. "I can handle it…" said a grizzled, ripped, cia looking guy. He was the chief of police for the sector that Gravity Falls happened to reside in.
"I'll shoot!" Yelled Ford at the threatening Bill. "Oh, go ahead and try." Bill said again, knowing Ford thought he didn't know of the pistol. "I will!" yelled Ford again, pulling out the pistol. He fired round after round into the relentless, blood coated paper scrap. It was to no avail. Bill continued to laugh as hole after hole was punctured in him. Ford's heart began to sink when he ran out of bullets, seeing the renegade Bill pull out some tape and just begin patching them up. Bills didn't have vital organs or blood. "Time to veto you away, six fingers." Just as Bill was about to pull the trigger on the helpless Ford, the sound of glass and walls being broken could be heard. "THIS IS THE POLICE! THIS AREA MUST BE EVACUATED IMMEDIATELY!" They both heard repeated over, and over, and over, over, over again. "Well, that's my cue!" Bill said, leaving from a hidden exit out of the restaurant, into the flight waiting area.
Grunkle Stan had started the car. "Man, I'm surprised they didn't just destroy this thing! There's a bunch of weapons back here! "Whatever, Grunkle Stan, just get us to the hospital." Dipper replied. But just as they were starting up, they heard the unmistakeable sirens of a police car. A grizzled man with a "Chief of Police" pin in his shirt came out. "This is the police! Turn off the car and get out now!" He yelled. However, as he was saying it, Grunkle Stan had already driven away. The chief pulled out a walkie talkie phone thing, and called backup.
The police had surrounded Ford. It just then struck him that his situation looked pretty bad. He was in a blood coated restaurant, carrying a gun during a massive terror attack. "Cease your attack on the airport right now!" He heard one of the cops yell. "It wasn't me! It was-" He was cut off by "Anything you do or say can and will be used against you!" Ford realized that it was completely useless. He had several guns pointed directly at his head. He tried to make a scramble to the door Bill had escaped from, but it was useless. The cops instantly seized him, dragging him out to a car, where he would most likely be driven to prison in.
"Listen kid, I know this seems really bad, what with driving a stolen car full of weapons away from a huge terrorist attack, but I'm sure they'll understand. They are cops after all, their job is to protect." Grunkle Stan said to Dipper. He solemnly agreed, sitting down next to his sister and praying that she would be alright. However, just then, Dipper and Grunkle Stan heard the sirens again, getting gradually louder. "Orrrrr, maybe not. Brace yourself kid, this could be trouble." Stan said, as Dipper looked up to see 5 cop cars chasing the pickup. Without any questions, the cops began shooting at the truck. "Gah! They're opening fire?!" Dipper shouted. "Here, kid! There's tons of weapons back here! I know this is a tough task for a 13 year old, but keep them at bay until we get to the hospital!" Grunkle Stan told Dipper. He tossed a "weapon" out through the truck's sunroof. It was a bag of rocks. "Really Grunkle Stan. Yeah, rocks are TOTALLY going to defend me from cops with FUCKING GUNS!" Dipper yelled angrily. "WHATEVER! HOLD ON I'M TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING BETTER, DAMNIT!" Stan yelled. Suddenly the firing ceased. "STOP MOVING THE CAR OR LETHAL FORCE WILL BE UTILIZED!" a cop yelled through a megaphone. "LETHAl FORCE IS ALREADY BEING UTILIZED!" Dipper yelled as he threw a rock at the cop leaning out of the car window holding the megaphone. It hit him in between his eyes, and he was KOed. With nobody to control the car it veered off the road and into a trench, the other cars barely dodging it. "Hey, whaddaya know?" Dipper said, holding the rock bag. "Here, Dipper, take this! This is definitely better than a bag of rocks! Stan shouted, tossing a shotgun out the sunroof. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Dipper yelled, grabbing the shotgun and cocking it. However, the police had begun firing again, Dipper ducked down, waiting until they had to reload. "Damn kids!" Yelled the chief of police. "They're so much harder to hit than adults!" And with that, Dipper un-crouched, and fired a shot out of the shotgun. He wasn't anticipating the recoil, and slammed back against the tray window of the truck, breaking it. "NO! NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE ME ALIVE!" He heard his Grunkle yell, with an exacerbated "You scared me kid!" Once he realized it wasn't the cops. "Be careful of the recoil on that thing!" He said again. Dipper stood up to access the damage. He realized he had gotten 2 cars. One cop was shot in the shoulder, causing him to lose control, while the other just had several buckshot shoot through his window, causing him to panic and lose control. Dipper felt badass until he remembered he was firing rounds into the national heros of the U.S. Oh well. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Dipper thought. "DAMN ROOKIES! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELVES! HE'S JUST A DAMN KID!" The chief yelled in anger, sending out 3 of his carmates on motorcycle to get a better aim at the pickup. Before they had a chance to fire, Dipper shot the shotgun, practically leaping forward to avoid the recoil. It worked, and 2 of the cops were shot dead, while the other had his wheels popped, causing him to comically just grind to a halt, falling behind the chaos. Dipper cocked the gun once again, ready to get rid of the 2 remaining cars, those of the Chief and his Deputy. He was about to fire when he realized his gun was out. "Grunkle Stan the shotguns out!" He yelled. "Shit!" replied his Grunkle. "Uhhh… .oh boy." Stan the man exclaimed again. Dipper ducked again as another torrent of bullets were fired at him. He made sure to cover his slowly dying sister so that no cop bullets could finish Bill's job. "Oh yeah! These are real strong looking!" Stan said as he started to slide an AK-47 and an automatic sniper rifle over the sunroof. However, he slipped, sending the guns waaay over the truck, and into the hands of the 2 remaining policemen. "Whoopsies! Heh, heh! Butterfingers! You caught those right!?" Stan said in a funny manner. "GRUNKLE STAN WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST PUT THOSE THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOW!?" Dipper yelled in confusion and anger. "Oh, yeah. Well what does it matter? You caught them, right?" Stan asked."GRUNKLE STAN YOU FUCKING IDIOT! THE COPS CAUGHT THOSE!" Dipper yelled. With a horrified "oh." Grunkle Stan sped the car up as fast as he could. They had been on the same secluded forest highway since they started. The sides of the car were instantly pelted with bullets over and over and over again, probably from the cop with the AK. Dipper and Grunkle Stan ducked AND covered. Just then, the back guard of the truck's tray was blown off by the sniper cop. With a terrified scream, Dipper scrambled, dragging his sister with him, trying to find a hiding place. "DIPPERQUICKTAKETHIS!" Stan yelled, throwing a pistol through the broken back window. It was better than nothing. Dipper quickly grabbed it, and shot at sniper cop, who was reloading. It hit him through the window and in the chest, causing him to drop the rifle and clutch his chest in pain, screaming and veering off the road like all the other cops. He did the same to the chief, but didn't get nearly as strong of a reaction. The chief, unlike the other cops, had tons of experience, and had gotten shot too many time to count. He just grimaced a bit, grabbing the bullet out, as it had not pierced very deep at all due to the angle it was shot at and the thick cop door window. "Get it ready! Now! I'm coming back!" The chief yelled as he turned around to go back. Dipper, with a surprised noise, stood up and began to celebrate. "Aha! I knew you could do it kid!" Grunkle Stan yelled, high fiving him through the broken window. "Only about 30 more minutes to the hospital! Mabel should be able to make it that far!" He said again. Dipper had made it out with only a few grazes, and after a bit of driving and Dipper looking closely over Mabel to make sure she was still alive, Dipper began talking. "Whew, Grunkle Stan. I'm just glad it's over…" He said. However, as they continued to drive, a shadow began to loom over the truck. Fear began to move down Dipper's back as he looked up behind his it. Looming over them, was a tank with the letters "SWAT" Written across the side, and it looked like it was an aesthetically converted military tank, only for the most dire situations, at least 5 times the size of the pickup.
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