A/C: For the people that thought this chapter was a little confusing or rushed, I'm terrible sorry! ; v ; I'm forcing myself to update as regularly as I can, but I have a lot of work since university started. I promise I'll work harder from now on though! (For this chapter alone, though, it's supposed to be a bit confusing, I think. The part about the gunshot ((both I suppose)) are supposed to leave you wondering for a bit. I guess I'm not making that clear? Ahh, I'm sorry! DX I'll work harder, I promise!)

Wendy looked furious. Stan looked happy.

Kyle rubbed his burning eyes. This wasn't the result he'd pictured, but if Stan was happy, he didn't really care. After all, as the man's best friend, it was his duty to hate Wendy as well.

"So, you just decided to tell us about two hours before this alleged heist is supposed to take place? Do you want him to win, Kyle? Do you want him to get the satisfaction of getting one hundred million dollars from that museum?" Wendy hissed.

Kyle didn't think that assumption was fair. He hadn't found out that long ago. "No, Wendy, you know I left it this long because I get satisfaction from seeing you angry," he said sarcastically. "Now, if you'll excuse me, since you're not letting me accompany you, I'm going to accompany Stan to his new girlfriend's house," he snapped at her. "Oh, fuck, did I let that slip?" he glanced at Stan, "I'm sorry."

Stan chuckled, playing along, "It's cool, dude. She's not really a secret." He watched the horrified look on Wendy's face and couldn't help but feel pretty good.

"Let's go," Kyle huffed, dragging Stan down the hall until Wendy was no longer in sight. "God, what a bitch," he mumbled. "I just want to go home and sleep."

"What?" Stan placed a hand on Kyle's head, stopping him in his tracks. "Wait, you're not actually... You're not going to go?"

"Why would I? I could get fired for that," Kyle said.

"And you don't already hate this job enough to leave it? Kyle, you've been complaining since I don't know when. Don't you want to go out with a bang?"

Although the thought was tempting, Kyle did need this job. He needed money to pay his rent. Rent for an apartment he never even stepped into longer than a half hour. That didn't seem right... He shook his head, "Movie night?"

"If you're sure... We can rent some movies and chill at my place, then. We'll get your brilliant mind off of this stupid case, okay?" he ruffled his friend's hair and smiled.

"Thanks," Kyle returned the smile.

.ooo.

Eric was ready. Everyone on Eric's team was ready. All the decisions are preparations were finalized and they all had all their equipment to do their assigned jobs. A few of them had already run off to the museum to take care of said jobs. Butters, Red, Kevin and Tweek were sent, much to Craig's disapproval, alone at separate times to stake the place out and make sure they were ready. Their jobs were the most important, after all.

"Fuck, when are we fucking leaving already?" Craig yelled. "It's about time!"

"Calm yourself," Eric said. "We're leaving now. Is everyone ready? Don't mess this up."

"We're ready," the remainder called.

Eric motioned for everyone to get up and follow him out the door. He sent Craig and Clyde first and waited until they were in the elevator before leaving with Kenny. They got in the second elevator and pressed the lobby button, waiting only seconds before the doors reopened and they walked out.

Eric had prepared a car in the parking lot of the hotel where Craig, Clyde, Kenny and he were to meet up, so as soon as they reached the outside, they headed in that direction. Clyde and Craig were waiting by the car. Eric quickly unlocked it and motioned everyone inside.

The sun was setting as they hit the road and there was complete silence except the occasional chatter from Clyde and Craig's less than enthusiastic grunts as responses.

When they reached their destination, they drove into a clearing inside a nearby forest where they met Butters and Tweek.

Eric stopped the car angrily, wondering what the fuck they were doing there. "What the hell?" he hissed, jumping out and running up to them. "Why aren't you doing your jobs?!"

Tweek jumped, yelling his signature, "Gah!"

Butters frowned, "W-well w-we were going to b-but the police showed up."

"WHAT?" Eric yelled, enraged. "How the fuck did they know where we were going to be? Where are Red and Kevin?"

"W-well, they got inside just before they showed up, so I d-don't know what they're doing..."

Eric pulled out his cell phone and dialed Red. He impatiently waited for a response.

"What do you want Cartman? I'm kind of in the middle of something!" she snapped.

"What the hell's going on in there?" he demanded.

"Well, Wendy's bitches showed up along with the rest of the cavalry just after Kev and I got inside," she quickly said, seemingly out of breath. "We took down nearly six guards, Christ. I'm where I'm supposed to be, though and I've taken care of my part. There's no guard monitoring the security cameras anymore. Kev's working on the alarms as well as the laser since that little asshole Butters never showed up."

Eric gave Butters a nasty glare before returning to the conversation. "Alright, good. Estimate how many police officers are there?"

"About ten more after the ones we've taken out . They're patrolling the area, but they haven't noticed us yet. We've been stealthy, but it's only a matter of time, so get your asses in gear!"

"Alright, we can handle that much. One more thing, is he there?"

"I haven't seen him, sorry," she replied before hanging up.

"Shit." He ran a hand through his hair. "Come on. Let's go. You got your guns?"

They all nodded, but before leaving, Eric stopped Butters. "No. You're the outside distraction now, got it? There'll be a few guards outside the place, and your new job it to pull them away. If they only have sixteen-ish people on the job right now, they'll get more. So, reel them in. Now, go!"

Butters jumped, biting his lip. He was hesitant and Eric could see it. "I fucking knew it. You're a rat, aren't you? It's your fault they know we're here. In a usual case, you'd follow me without a question, but if you're a rat, you'd be shaking like you are right now! I knew those calls you'd been making at night weren't just to your parents. Fucking rat!" Eric pulled out his gun and aimed it at Butters. "I feel no sympathy for scum like you."

"Nngh, oh my God!" Tweek placed his hands over his mouth.

"Whoa, Eric, calm down!" Kenny yelled.

"No, this is personal now!" he snapped back, pressing the trigger toward Butters.

There was a silenced shot and a wide eyed gasp from Butters. Blood poured out of the blonde's forehead as he fell to the ground.

Butters almost had a mind to scream. He turned around and ran as fast as he could while Clyde bent down next to Kenny and yelled, "Holy shit, dude! You killed him!"

Tweek let out a muffled scream from under the palms of his hands. He shook even more violently than usual.

Eric glanced up after Butters, but he was too far to get a good shot now. He rolled his eyes. Typical. "Kenny, you bastard. Just leave him here. Let's keep going."

"What!? What the fuck, man, you killed him!" Clyde's eyes started to water like the baby he was. He still hadn't grown out of that phase, Eric noticed.

"Jesus Christ," Craig muttered, placing a hand on his forehead, wondering what he should do. Leaving Kenny here didn't seem that great an option. He walked over to Tweek, trying to calm the jittery guy down.

"I said just leave him here. Trust me, okay?" Eric said. "There's nothing to worry about! Let's go!"

Clyde stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, God!"

"You'd better fucking make this worth our while, asshole," Craig said.

"Yeah, whatever, Craig," he held his phone close to him, remembering that Ike was still on speed dial. After all, he still had one last job to do.

The four criminals made their way up the small hill toward the museum. "Okay, Clyde, I need you to act as the distraction now. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, I can do it," he said quietly. He jumped up and ran toward the building, yelling, "Hey, bullies with authority, it's me, Eric Cartman!" In the dark, from afar, Clyde Donovan very well could be Eric Cartman. "You assholes want me, you gotta catch me!"

The three guards that had been patrolling glanced at each other stupidly before running full force toward the brunette. "Shit," Clyde mumbled, running off in another direction to lead them as far away as he could.

"Alright, let's go," Eric said again, standing up with Craig and Tweek, who was still shaking. They ran toward the front entrance and upon reaching the doors, cautiously peered inside. There was no one. "Tweek, you're up."

The blonde let out a small squeak, but nodding despite that. He really wasn't planning on going against Eric at this point.

"Be careful," Craig ordered.

He nodded and pulled the door open, slowly stepping inside. He had the grace of a rhino as he walked forward, bumping into nearly everything he passed. He was clearly scared out of his mind. Well, you would be too if you were doing all this for a sadistic murderer. Your life was always on the line when working for Eric.

He turned around, motioning for Craig and Eric to come inside and continued down the hall. "N-ngh, H-Hammertime!" he yelled, running down the hall. Craig and Eric ducked into the nearest room, a janitor's closet and waited as they heard four sets of feet running after Tweek, yelling, "Stop!"

"Fuck," Craig grinded his teeth. "If he dies, I'll kill you."

"I get it!" Eric replied.

They got out of the closet just in time to face a single armed guard. This was no challenge, though. Craig lunged forward and kneed him, making him double over. This was when Craig punched him in the back of the head, knocking him straight out. "Okay, coasts clear," he dragged him into the janitor's closet and shut the door. "There shouldn't be more guards left after this."

"Yeah," Eric was excited. He was so close to his ten million that he could almost feel the money in his hands.

They raced down the hallway side by side, when they heard two gunshots. Craig's eyes went wide and he whipped around. "Wait, fuck, no! I have to go back!"

"You can't!"

"I have to!" Craig yelled, turning on his heels when he saw two guards coming back. "Assholes," he hissed, wasting no time pulling up his gun and shooting them both until they dropped.

"You don't know he's hurt," Eric said.

"I don't know that he's not," Craig replied angrily.

Just then, their attention was turned to a breathless blonde, running down the hall and holding his shoulder.

"Tweek," Craig said, relief evident in his whisper. He hugged the jittery man as he came closer. "What happened back there?" he asked after pulling back.

"O-one of the-ngh-guards shot the other by accident a-and another was knocked out," he managed to say. "But I hid after that, s-so I think they thought I doubled back and came this way." He glanced at the bodies he passed.

"Oh... That makes sense," Craig rubbed his head.

"Okay, can we skip this little gay-fest?" Eric grumbled. "We have a mission, remember?"

"Fuck you, fatso," Craig said. He ripped a part of his own shirt off and tied it around the graze on Tweek's shoulder. "There. Now, we can go."

Eric sighed, walking forward. He guessed there wasn't a chance Craig would let Tweek be a distraction again. He pulled out his phone and called Kevin. "What's going on at your end?"

"I've hacked into the system. I'm with Red now. You can go ahead. The only thing I can't seem to disarm is that laser. Butters was supposed to. Um... I've made it visible, at the least. You're gonna have to do some jumping, I think. It shouldn't be too bad, though."

"Good. Tweek, Craig and I are heading down. Clyde's distracting the guards, Kenny's back in the forest and should be catching up with us soon."

"What about Butters?"

"He's an asshole. That's all," he hung up. "We're good for alarms."

Craig nodded, holding his gun closely. "Why the hell didn't Kenny come anyway?"

"He's staying back to make sure we weren't followed," Eric made up a random excuse. Sometimes he got tired of making up excuses, but at the same time, he was the only one who could. Kenny always shrugged or laughed it off.

Craig mumbled something and Eric took it as an "Okay" and moved forward.

They entered the main area. From the blueprints, Eric new they needed to go left, so he quickly made the turn and headed down that hallway. It was quiet.

There was an archway filled with moving red lasers at the end of the corridor and just by glancing, Eric knew that was where they needed to go.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" a guard yelled from behind them.

"Fuck," Eric slowly turned around.

"Lift your hands up!" the guard yelled, but before he could call for backup, Kenny appeared almost out of nowhere and gave him a chop to the neck.

"Sorry I took so long," he let out a chuckle.

"Good timing," Eric said. "Keep watch with these two, will you?"

"You know I will."

"Good," Eric turned back around and to the laser room. He stepped inside. Now was where he put those athletics to use. There were about ten motion sensor lasers moving around and they each triggered the one alarm Stoley couldn't deactivate. Eric knew he should have brought Ike after all.

He sighed, shaking his head and made his first jump. This was the easy part. The rest was going to have to go fast. He bent down, jumped to the side and onto his hands, then dropped to the floor and crab walked about five seconds before he flipped over and back onto his feet. He dodged the next set of lasers by cartwheeling to the left and doing a front flip. He then proceeded to the other side of the room by momentarily doing something that looked like the worm, another flip and one last somersault to safety.

Kenny clapped, whistling, but Eric dismissed that and stepped forward to the final room. He kicked open the door and peered inside. It was darker than every other room. He pushed the door open further, letting some light flow in and walked up to the only thing in the room: the priceless painting.

He felt warm, excited and anxious as he reached out and pulled it down, taking the painting out of its frame and rolling it, shoving it into a black container specifically for this purpose. He grinned, satisfied beyond belief and shoved the container in his bag. "Fuck, I did it..."

He almost felt like laughing, but the job was not over yet, not until everyone was out and safe. He called Red again.

"You get it?"

"I got it. You and Kevin get out of there."

"We're on it." Eric could hear the joy in her voice.

He looked around briefly before motioning to Craig and the others to get out as well. The three of them nodded and ran as fast as their feet could take them. Eric was not far behind.

The only thing Eric found weird was that there was no sign of Wendy or her gang. Where had they been this entire time? The museum did have three floors, but if Butters did squeal, Wendy would know they were hitting the first. He sighed, confused.

He watched Craig, Tweek and Kenny run out the museum doors and down the hill.

Had they actually done it? It was like a dream. He couldn't believe it... As he ran to the doors leading outside, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, now standing in front of him was a wide eyed daywalker holding a gun.

Kyle's emerald eyes shone even brighter in the moonlight and his red hair was messy, like he'd just gotten out of bed. His skin was pale, but the most notable thing was that he was shaking. Even meters away, Eric could see him shaking.

He felt superior. "Why, Kahl, I thought you were pulled off this case. What are you doing here?" he quickly whipped out his extra gun, knowing there were no bullets inside. He just wanted to use it to scare the man. He pointed it at Kyle.

"Shut up!" Kyle yelled.

"But you could get fired," Eric said, smirking.

"I said shut up!" Kyle held his gun tighter.

"Where's Wendy and her gang? I heard they'd come. I'd like to say hi."

"Well, that's too bad," Kyle clenched his teeth. "There was a murder in south park. She was called off this to tend to the details shortly after she arrived."

"Oh, pity."

"Give me the painting," he said.

"Why should I?"

"If you won't obey the law, I'll shoot!"

"What if I shoot first?"

"You wouldn't," Kyle tilted his head just the slightest to get a better look at Eric's gun. He didn't want to be shot, but now, facing the notorious Eric Cartman once more, he wasn't sure he could fire the trigger either.

"I would," Eric closed an eye.

Kyle seemed to jump, his eyes growing wider. He heard someone calling him. It couldn't have been... "Stan?" he whispered to himself, turning around. "Is that you?" he called back.

"Hey, don't turn away from me!" Eric yelled, firing his 'blank'.

That's what he thought it was.

That wasn't what it was.