Trigun is owned by Yasuhiro Nightow.
The day of attack
The next day dawned with bright and vibrant colours. The six would be thieves walked through the bustling May streets, always close to the Seed building. They had agreed over breakfast that that night they would break in. The day seemed to pass with excruciating slowness. There was no way to make the day end sooner and no way to stem the knot of excited fear that rose in the six's stomachs.
When night had covered May they set out. Meryl, Knives, Vash, and Nick buckled pistols to their waists as Millie and Stella went weapon less. On foot they ran and hid in the shadows to the Seed building. Nick watched the time counting out on his fingers how long until they were able to get passed the guards. Nick signalled and they dashed for the grate. Opening it Nick motioned everyone in, Vash and Knives in the front. Inside they followed the map that Meryl and Stella had drawn. She had planed out the most direct route to the sample room and they wasted no time on detours like the sisters had when they had first escaped.
Finally after what seemed like hours of ducking, dashing and hiding, they came upon the sample room. Nick fiddled with the pass lock and the gentle swish of the automated door was heard. Vash and Knives kept a watch out for guards while the rest ransacked the room. They didn't spare a glace for the other samples - they destroyed everything. Throughout the destruction of the blood and other hard samples there was not a peep from security, until Stella logged on to the computer. The moment she tried to delete the files the alarm went off.
Everyone stood deathly still, and held a collective breath. Stella looked upon the screen fear etched in her features. Then the screen blew up, scattering shards and fragments all over the room. Stella whipped around to be at the end of a smoking gun. Meryl shoved the still steaming barrel back in its holster nodded to the door. Faintly they could hear the heavy beat of footsteps. Knives had already found an access port to the pipes and had it open ready for Meryl.
She quickly clamoured in and began to crawl out. She soon felt Vash's hand brush her upper thigh and she made her way deeper, her eyes closed. She mapped out where to go and what breaks they would meet. She focused on the yells and motions of the guards below her as well as the unsteady breath of her companions.
Meryl noticed that since they had begun their break and enter she had not heard from Stella, though her breath was laboured. 'Are you scared?' she whispered.
Meryl heard Stella snort and grinned. Her eyes gleamed in the dark pipe they were nearly there. Meryl could tell that everyone but she and Stella were fighting off cramps and sore muscles. The pipes were tight, very tight. Vash had often butted his head against her bottom as well as his hands had caught on her ankles, though Meryl guessed that the head butting was just an excuse for touching her ass. Meryl came on the final grate and shoved with all her might. She heard it fall on to the pavement and she threw herself down landing like a cat.
She turned to look above while everyone else fell out. When everyone had been freed from the confines of the pipe they breathed a sigh of relief. That was until a spot light was turned on and six sets of eyes blinked back blindness.
"Well, well. I see our little pets really did come back."