TRIGUN: THE PLANTED ANGEL CHAPTER 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun
Author's Note: Alrighty, then! With Vash in the slammer and Wolfwood and the Rodriguez siblings hatching up a plan to bust him out, this is guaranteed to be a good story. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 4: JAIL BREAK
They sat there in the kitchen making up a good plan to help out Vash. They finally came up with one. Dominguez proposed the plan to go back to the cathedral & divide them along the perimeter.
Having done this, they search the place for any possible areas that Vash could be held prisoner. Isabel had said that Knives had no intention on killing Vash. Not yet, anyway.
Isabel nodded her head to her brother's plan. Wolfwood looked at him & asked, "So what do you suppose we do if we get found out? What if Knives' got guards standing around the perimeter?"
Dominguez shrugged & his sister & Wolfwood nearly fell out of their seats.
"You mean that's your entire plan?" Isabel exclaimed. She sat back in her seat & heaved a sigh. "You were never too bright, Dominguez."
He crossed his arms & glared his sister. "Well I'm not the one who thought Cheese Whiz was paint."
"Would you shut up! I told you not to mention that again!"
Wolfwood snickered but quickly tried to hold it in as Izy glared at him.
"What! I was new to this kind of shit!" Dominguez laughed & patted his sister's shoulder.
"Ok, calm down, Izy. We better get ready. We'll move at night."
Wolfwood crossed his arms & propped his feet up on an empty chair. "What about the rest of the plan?"
Dominguez shrugged. "We'll have to think on our feet."
Again, the two nearly fell out of their seats. Isabel stood up & took her poncho off. "I'll show you the artillery room."
Both Dominguez & Wolfwood looked at her as if they didn't know her & thought she was crazy.
"Since when did you have an artillery room, sis?"
"Yeah," Wolfwood added.
She shrugged, placed a finger on her chin & looked up as if she was thinking. "Welllll… I'd say I had the room for a couple of years… Two… maybe three… What?"
Dominguez rubbed his hands together with a look of sure eagerness. "Oh boy! That's what I'm talking about. Let's see it! Come on! Come on!"
"Hold your horses, hermano. Umm … Can you two turn around?"
They shrugged & turned their backs on her, Wolfwood with some hesitation. She turned to face a wall with a painting of an old Mexican, sombrero, big mustache, poncho & all. She reached for the painting & took it off the wall to reveal a metal panel with some numbers on it.
She punched in some digits, the beeps plainly audible, and then came a whirring mechanical sound & the wall parted.
First, it was the adobe wall covering, and then it was a steel door that parted revealing another steal door with a large lock of some sort. She turned back to the others, who, despite her telling them so, were already turned around.
"Whoa," both men said eyes wide with wonder.
Dominguez looked a little angry. "Hey, I'm family! How come I had to turn around?"
"Because, Dominguez. I know you as a little trigger happy & I don't trust you with my guns at any given moment. Well, it's not that I don't trust you… wait, no. It's just that."
Dominguez slouched over. (He looks all sad & teary eyed like a chibi in funny anime style.)
"Don't take it personally, bro. Anyway! Back to our mission. We'll need some good guns."
Wolfwood raised a hand.
"Yes, Wolfwood?"
"Ummm… Where'd you get all this tech?"
"Well, what do you expect a PLANT to do? I like to keep up with the times, Mr. Preacher Man. I salvaged all the technology I could from the escape pod Dominguez stuck me in when we escaped the crashing SEED ship. Might I add, he put me in ALONE! You're a terrible liar, Dominguez."
Wolfwood scratched his head.
"PLANT? SEED ship? Yep, I'm confused."
Dominguez sighed. "We're PLANTS like Vash & Knives. We're not as young as we look."
"How old are Vash & Knives?"
"Try in their late hundreds."
"HUNDREDS!"
"Guys! Guys, we need to focus! Let's focus," she said as she drew an imaginary circle in front of her & the others.
She sighed & turned back to the locked door. Their was a panel in the shape of a hand that she placed her hand on. Lights flashed then the door opened to reveal rack upon rack of guns.
All sorts of guns. From snipers to Uuzies, shot guns to rifles, semi automatic to machine. Not to mention an assortment of hand guns, pistols, revolvers, & machetes.
She looked back at the two. "What? I like guns. Dominguez, take your pick. Wolfwood, you too."
Wolfwood shook his head with a smirk. "That's ok. I've got my own guns."
"What? Do you mean that little gun you pulled out on me? That's not gonna last you, hon. Trust me. The bullets are gonna fly."
Wolfwood sighed & turned to fetch his cross. "You never learn."
The brother & sister looked at each other then shrugged & looked back at Wolfwood. He came back with his cross over his shoulder. With a click, the straps flung loose & the clothe covering fell to the floor to reveal his large gun.
He placed it before him & showed it off like one of those ladies who show off prizes on The Price Is Right.
"As you can see, I have a lovely assortment of guns myself. Not to mention this baby," he patted the steel, "works as a machine gun AND grenade launcher."
He hauled the cross on his shoulder as it switched into his machine gun. Dominguez & Isabel looked with blank faces (funny anime like of course) & applauded him.
"Nice one," Izy said.
"Yep," Dominguez added.
"We'd better get some rest," Wolfwood said. "We'll be leaving at night."
(CHANGE SCENES! BACK AT THE CATHEDRAL!... AGAIN!)
When all cleared & his vision returned to him, Vash found himself in a prison of steel. His hands were bind with metal cuffs & he sat on the cold steel floor.
He looked for his gun but found it gone. With the cuffs on the way they were, he couldn't use his gun arm either. The Reaper appeared outside the cell, a wide, crooked tooth grin upon his mug.
He stretched a scrawny arm through the cell bars & his gnarled, claw like hand held Vash's gun. "Looking for this? I couldn't just leave you with it now could I?"
Vash got up & ran to face him, hoping he could kick the gun out of his hand or something. But the Reaper was much faster than he & he withdrew his hand & it, along with his arm & the gun, disappeared into the folds of his long, dark coat.
"Damn it! Shit!"
Vash kicked the cell wall & sat back down. "Normally, I wouldn't approve of this language but YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF!"
He knew he couldn't do anything right now. The cuffs were stronger than ordinary ones so he knew he couldn't break them. He already tried that.
The Reaper stood away from the cell, concealed in the shadows with piercing cold eyes & a wide grin that split his face.
Vash got an idea. If he couldn't escape from this prison, he could at least try & get some information.
"So, Reaper. Is that what you're called? What is it that my brother has against you?"
"Against me?" His grin weakened & his eyes portrayed a bit of shock, but that didn't last long. "Nothing, dear Vash. Nothing at' all. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you wouldn't be working for him just because you want to, would you? He has to have something against you & that makes me curious."
This, obviously, made the Reaper laugh. His laugh was high pitched & eerie. It made your skin crawl & the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
"You are quite the inquisitor, Vash! But you must know that you are wrong. I simply wish to do what I do for Knives of free will. New world order sounds good to me. I hate this barren planet we are forced to live on & I can't wait for its demise."
Vash sighed & fell back. There goes that idea down the toilet, he thought.
All Vash needed now was a plan. But, knowing him, one of those wasn't too far away. He twisted his hands around a bit, trying to see if he can get the cuffs up enough so he could use his gun arm.
That was pointless. The cuffs were on so tight, he quickly gave the struggling idea up as his cuffs started to cut off circulation.
Luckily for him, he had good friends.
Crouching behind the rubble remains of an old building behind the cathedral were three gun toting psychos lookin' to break a friend out of his jail.
A preacher with a cross full of guns, a young PLANT woman with two Peace Makers, a shotgun on her back & a machete, & a PLANT man with a machine gun in his hands & hand guns galore tucked in his black trench coat.
Good arsenal, huh?
Wolfwood took a breath then looked at the brother & sister.
"So. Think of anything, yet?"
Izy's face was serious for a moment then loosened to an embarrassed grin.
"No, not really."
Dominguez sighed & raised a hand slightly.
"Yes, brother dear?"
"I've got a plan. On our way to this convenient hiding place, I spotted a couple of Knives' goonies patrolling. They don't look too tough."
"So you're saying we sneak up on them from behind,"
"And shoot them, yes."
Izy sighed as she looked at the two. "Shooting them would make to much noise. Leave it to me. I'll come back when it's okay for you to come out."
Wolfwood looked at the girl as if she were mad. "Are you crazy?"
"Yeah, sis! Those guys are pretty hard core looking."
"I thought you said they didn't look too tough," Izy retorted.
"Well, yeah but… You're a… a…"
"A girl? Yes I know. So what? I'll be fine, you worry too much."
She got up & walked away to stand against the cathedral wall. Wolfwood looked at Dominguez with a smug expression.
"Aww, you care so much for your little sister. How sweet," he mocked.
"Shut-up!"
Isabel sneaked around the battered walls. Inching her way to the corner, she stuck her head around it & saw a man patrolling the cathedral.
She crept silently from around the corner behind the man. He was only armed with a shot gun.
She was close to him.
So close, in fact, that she could reach his neck with her arms.
She did this.
Quickly & silently, she reached her hands for the mans head & snapped his neck.
"Aa-!"
The man fell but Isabel caught him & lowered him quietly to the ground after she dragged the limp form behind the corner.
"Damn, this bato weighs a ton!"
Stepping around his dead body, she crept around the next corner but quickly stepped back.
There was another guard, armed with a machine gun, walking her way. She was sure he didn't spot her.
She pressed her back flat against the wall after hiding from view & waited for the man to come this way. He walked around the corner, possibly expecting to see his friend walking in the opposite direction.
Instead, he found his friend's dead body sprawled on the ground.
"What the-?"
He was cut short by a piercing blade across his jugular.
She obviously didn't believe that killing was wrong. These men lived for sin so they died in sin.
After skirting the edges of the cathedral, she ran back to the others.
"Coast is clear. Let's go!"
With that, they split up around the cathedral. Wolfwood went in from behind & Dominguez & his sister came in from the front.
Wolfwood snuck in from a large window with the glass panel broken out of the frame. He held his cross close to him, his finger on the trigger.
Dominguez squatted at the base of a long, stained window portraying the Virgin Mary praying & looked through a red panel at the interior.
There was nothing there.
"Hey, sis, you think Vash is here? I don't see anyone inside."
Isabel sat on the other side of the front doors at the base of another tall stained window, portraying the Lord Jesus Christ setting a dove to flight. She looked through the window & saw no one.
"He should be here," she said. "Maybe Knives relocated him?"
"Most likely. I'll go around the side, OK?"
Izy nodded her head. "Fine. I'll go in the front way. Ready?"
"Set."
"Go."
Dominguez took off past Isabel and to the side of the cathedral. Izy pulled the shotgun off her back & held it at the ready, cocking it as she went. She pushed one of the doors open & it creaked as it slid open.
She quickly slipped past the door & closed it. The familiar room was empty save for a gray neko taking a cat nap in the straw manger of Baby Jesus in a statue scene of the Three Kings.
"I wish I could be as relaxed as you," she said, patting the cats head.
He purred as she did this then his ears perked up & he ran off under one of the benches.
"Now, what's gotten into him?" she asked, watching the cat curl up under the bench.
She soon found her answer as she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she found Knives looking down at her with a sinister grin.
"Knives!"
