Twitch stopped directly in the middle of the crossfire between the police and the would-be bank robbers, a mere silhouette amongst the flames and smoke from the initial drone attack. He drew his SMGs and pointed them in either direction, aiming at both sides. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The gunshots ceased, and the only sound to be heard was the gentle hum of the overhead roto-drones.
"Okay-listen-up." said Twitch in an amplified version of his monotonous, mechanical voice. "We-are-not-friends. We-are-going-to-kill-you-all-take-the-money-and-run. You-cannot-stop-us. I-have-given-you-the-opportunity-to-leave-with-your-lives-now. I-suggest-you-take-it."
No one did.
Both sides immediately opened fire, both upon each other and Twitch. Menniker gave to order to his drones to attack. The roto-drones dropped several grenades again upon each side, ravaging nearby buildings and demolishing cars. The explosions either killed or scattered the robbers and police. Those who escaped to either side of the street were either gunned down by the doberman drones or by the 90mm turret on Menniker's RV. Those who remained in the center found themselves at the mercy of Twitch and his poisoned claws. He leaped from opponent to opponent with the grace of a supernatural acrobat, dodging bullets and severing limbs and heads with his dance of death. One particular opponent actually managed to get a straight shot with a sawed-off shotgun directly into Twitch's face. He flinched a bit and, as a gift in tribute to the thug's ability, clubbed them in the back of the head rather than killing them outright.
The carnage continued for nearly half an hour. After the smoke and fire cleared, Twitch and Menniker walked through the bodies, searching them and relieving them of their valuables and wallets. Twitch salvaged what ammo he could, and Menniker collected weapons to sell on the black market. They were busy stuffing money back into the robbers' bag when a soft groan drew their attention. The lucky jerk that Twitch had knocked out was coming to. The two walked over to him.
"What should we do?" asked Menniker.
"We-should-let-him-go. He-is-an-excellent-gunman. Who-are-we-to-destroy-a-work-of-art?" reasoned Twitch.
"Can we at least search him before he wakes up?" Menniker begged.
"My-thoughts-exactly-man." replied Twitch.
They began a search of the well-armored thug. Menniker was patting him down searching for any hidden valuables, when his hands ran across something quite unexpected.
"Uh...Twitch? This guy's...not a guy."
"What?"
"The thug you knocked out...he has boobs." said Menniker, blushing intensely.
"Oh. Well-get-your-hands-off-of-them-at-least-you-pervert." admonished Twitch.
"Right...sorry." Menniker apologized to the unconscious girl, pulling his hands away so quickly that he fell over. Twitch helped him to his feet and sent him to the RV. Menniker said some prayers for the dead.
"...bless them in Heaven, Lord, for they knew not what they were doing. And please forgive my...uh...trespass. Amen."
"Kyrie-eleison." mocked Twitch as he took his seat and threw a large bundle into the back.
"What is that?" asked Menniker.
"A-work-of-art." replied Twitch.