Chapter 7: Complications

Well, Tadashi knew he was doing this right when the three people in the building got down on the floor with fear in their eyes. So far so good.

The two men wanting service were crouched down on the floor. They were no big issue. It was the woman behind the front desk Tadashi was worried about. From what Mr.S had said, there was a button behind the desk that could contact the police. They couldn't have that, they needed time to get into the vault, and cut through the locks on the safety deposit boxes.

"Fre-" Tadashi stopped himself. "You," he nodded at Fred. "Get her out from behind there." Tadashi motioned to the teller behind the desk. It hit him so hard that he shouldn't be using names. At first, he wanted to blame Mr. S for not telling him, but then again, anyone should have known not to do what he almost did.

"Can do," Fred replied through his mask. Tadashi didn't remember him showing it to anyone. The mask resembled a monster of some kind. Classic Fred.

Fred ran over to the desk and slid over it's surface like he was a cop in a cheesy movie. Of course Fred fell on the floor. If these people weren't afraid of them before… well, they probably still weren't.

Fred quickly got up off the floor and pointed his chem-gun at the teller. "Alright lady, the sooner you get over with the rest of these guys, the sooner we'll be outta your hair." The woman looked like she was almost in tears. She could barely speak.

"Ju… just… don't… don't hurt me!" She screamed as she clumsily walked out from behind her desk.

Tadashi wondered what these people would think if they realized these weren't actual guns. He saw Terminator 3. People could easily realize when someone's using a fake gun. But, based on the terrified faces of the people on the floor, Tadashi assumed they wouldn't find out anytime soon.

When the woman crouched down on the floor next to the two men, Tadashi and Wasabi went to work.

"Alright," Tadashi said to Honey Lemon and Fred. "You two stay here and watch them. We'll take the vault."

"Right." Honey Lemon nodded. "Good luck."

Wasabi and Tadashi walked to the back of the building, and found a door, which lead to a small room containing the vault door. Just behind that door was the money that was going to help Tadashi's family. Wasabi couldn't see it, but under his mask, Tadashi was smiling.

"After you," Tadashi said as he waved his hand forward, motioning Wasabi to go through the unlocked locked door. It wasn't one of those really big circular vault doors. It was door shaped, and the only thing that made it a vault door was that it was made of solid steel, and had a pad on it which required you to type in a code to unlock the door.

"Don't mind if I do, Wasabi said as he walked towards the door and pulled on the handle.

Tadashi stopped breathing when it didn't budge.

"Hurry up man, open it."

"What do you think i'm doin'? It won't open."

"Well is it a push door?" The two were beginning to speak a bit loud now.

"The hinges are on this side of the door. It must still be locked."

"It can't be, I unlocked it."

"Well is there more than one lock?"

"I…" Tadashi paused. He stood there and thought for a moment. It hadn't occurred to him that there were two locks, because why would there be? But the more he thought about it the more it made sense.

But he didn't want to accept that.

"Here, Tadashi pushed WAsabi out of the way, "let me try." Tadashi grabbed the handle on the steel door and pulled with all his might. Still, the door held it's ground.

"I'm telling you it's locked," Wasabi threw his hands in the air in frustration.

"Well can you cut it with your knife?" Tadashi was still trying to pull on the ever still door.

"Dude, this thing has the charge of a phone on like ten percent power. I can't waste it on this door."

"That would've been a nice thing to know before hand," Tadashi said irritably.

"Well I didn't know that the door would be locked before hand! You should have checked to see if the door was completely unlocked."

"I was under a lot of pressure!"

"What pressure? We had all the time in the world, and you were the only one talking."

Tadashi finally stopped pulling so he could stop and think. The police were watching the camera feed, and it would only be a matter of time before they realized it was playing on a loop. They didn't have much time. They needed to get through this vault door. Unfortunately, there was only one way to do it.

"I'll… be right back," Tadashi said as he ran out of the small room with Wasabi yelling for him to come back.

Tadashi ran through the front of the building past Fred, Honey Lemon, and their hostage friends.

"What are you doing?" Honey Lemon asked, probably with a confused look.

"I'll explain later!" Tadashi yelled as he ran out of the repository, across the street, and back to the van. Luckily, the street wasn't busy whatsoever, and there was no one around to see him.

Tadashi opened the back door, of the van, causing Gogo to spin her head around.

"Tadashi, what the hell are you doing?! She yelled.

Tadashi hopped in the back of the van and grabbed his laptop. "I messed up, but i'm gonna fix it," he said quickly as his fingers flew across the keyboard. He opened the program that was linked to the repository's camera's and electronic locks. He opened the page that controlled the vault door's electronic lock. Or locks. Apparently, there was more that one lock. There were three actually. Tadashi felt like an idiot, and Gogo kept reminding him.

"You forgot to unlock the vault?!" She yelled. She was looking at Tadashi's computer screen from afar. "Tadashi you had one job!"

"I know, I know, and i'm fixing that." Tadashi typed a few more commands in. He double checked to make sure there was nothing he missed. He definitely wasn't going to run back and forth again. Not only did it slow their progress… it was also really embarrassing. "There, everything's fine."

"Everything should've been fine when you went in there!"

"Come on, let's be honest. This was bound to go bad one way or another."

"Get your ass back in there. People are gonna begin to question a mysterious white van parked across the street from a repository."

"Well then, with all that said and done, i'm going back in."

"If I see you come running out here without the money, i'm driving off without you."

"Duly noted." Tadashi hopped out of the back of the van, and rushed toward the repository's entrance."

"What's goin' on man?" Fred asked as Tadashi burst through the doors.

"I screwed up, then I fixed it. Everything's fine."

"Well we can hear, uh, you know who screaming head off back there," Honey Lemon said, referring to Wasabi. "You might want to get back to him."

Tadashi nodded as he ran across the tiled floor, his shoes screeching on the surface as he slid and almost fell on his ass.

He ran through the door that led to the vault door room, and when he got in there, boy was Wasabi mad.

"What the hell were you doing?!" Wasabi yelled.

"I… went outside to-"

"You went outside?!" Wasabi's outburst made Tadashi wince,

"Well, yeah. If it's any consolation, I unlocked the door."

Wasabi slowly turned around to face the door. He gripped his hand around the handle, and pulled. Like Tadashi had said, the door was unlocked, and Wasabi slowly pulled it open.

Inside, Tadashi could see a small room with walls consisting of safety deposit boxes. Before that room, there was a door made out of metal bars, easy enough for Wasabi's knife to cut through.

"If we don't survive this," Wasabi said still looking at the open door, "i'm going to kill you."

"Hey come on," Tadashi threw his hands up in the air, "I fixed it. We're gonna make it out of this." But Wasabi had a point. Tadashi was being reckless, that one mistake he made could have gotten them all thrown in jail. They had no time to waste. Either they had the cops come when they break through the first box, or the cops come earlier, and leave less time for the team to get the money. Tadashi was striving for the first option.

"Tadashi," Wasabi said, clearly not caring whether or not anyone heard him. "You need to get your shit together. We're here, robbing a bank-"

"Repository."

"-and you're running across the street because you forgot something."

"And I take full responsibility for that. But now's not the time to talk about that. We need to get in there, get the cash, and get out of here."

Wasabi turned his head to look through the door again. Then he looked back at Tadashi, about to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. He knew Tadashi was right, that they didn't have time to argue.

"We're not finished talking about this." Wasabi said all mother like.

"Agreed. Now let's go steal some dirty money."

Tadashi and Wasabi walked up to the barred door that was behind the vault entrance. Wasabi pulled out his plasma knife and stabbed the lock with ease, followed by Tadashi kicking open the door.

The two then went into the room where the boxes made up the vault. The room was only slightly bigger than the one that contained the vault door, but there were still many boxes.

"Alright," Wasabi said pulling out his knife again, "which ones are we hitting?"

Tadashi pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, which had the numbers of the ten safety deposit boxes they were supposed to open written on it.

"Here," Tadashi said as he handed the piece of paper to Wasabi.

"Okay. Let's go to work."

Wasabi had to crouch to get to the first box, and he was holding the plasma knife just inches away from where the lock was located. Before cutting the lock, he looked at Tadashi.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked. "Once I cut this box, we gotta hurry up and get outta here."

"I'm ready," Tadashi said. He was breathing rather heavily, making the inside of his mask damp. As soon as that lock was broken, the police would be contacted, they would have only a few minutes to get through all the locks, and get out of there without any attention being drawn to the police.

This is the plan that would be the end of all of them.

That's what Tadashi kept saying to himself on the way to the repository. You never could know if a plan was going to go right or wrong until it was complete. This plan was only about third of the way complete, so there was still quite a bit of time to screw up… more.

Wasabi nodded, and thrust the knife into the metal of the box. When the lock was cut, the hairs on the back of Tadashi neck stood up.

With the box open, Wasabi quickly pulled it open and sitting inside was a hella lot of cash.

"Holy shit," was all Tadashi could say when he saw all that money. The box was rather small, about the size of a small fish tank, but it was filled to the top with fifty dollar bills. Tadashi stared at the money with awe, but then quickly shook it away, knowing he had a job to do. "Come on let's hurry up." Tadashi reached into the box, pulled out a stack of cash, and began filling his duffel bag.

Wasabi did the same, and pretty soon, the contents of the box were emptied into the duffel bags.

"One box down, nine to go," Tadashi said to himself as Wasabi proceeded with the plan, and went to the next box on the list. This one was a bit high, about to Wasabi's chin, but that wasn't an obstacle. With ease, Wasabi broke through the lock, and the money was swiped from the box.

They moved on the the next box, and the procedure stayed the same. Cut the lock, swipe the cash, and rinse and repeat.

However, on the fourth box, things didn't go as plan.

Wasabi cut the lock, and Tadashi pulled open the box, but there was no cash to be seen. In it's place laid a gun.

"Uh, where's the cash?" Wasabi asked. "You don't rob a bank for a gun, you rob one with a gun."

"It's a repository," Tadashi replied. "It holds more than money. People pay to store deeds, heirlooms, and… well guns."

"Well this box number is on the list." Wasabi tapped rapidly on the piece of paper. "Mr.S must've made a mistake. Wasabi walked to the other side of the room, where the fifth box was located.

Tadashi stared down at the gun. Mr.S usually had his reasons, and he didn't seem like the kind of person who could afford to make mistakes. So what was this? The pistol didn't look like any Tadashi had ever seen, not that he had seen very many pistols in his lifetime. It didn't look like american craftsmanship. Actually, Tadashi probably would have thought otherwise if there weren't word written in japanese on the side. There looked to be three symbols, but Tadashi couldn't make them out.

The grip was plastic, the kind that looked like wood. The barrel was rather small, causing Tadashi to believe that this gun was made sometime in the mid fifties. Wait, had he actually paid attention in history? Anyway, the gun was most likely some kind of antique.

Tadashi to wonder why this gun's box number was written on Mr.S slip of paper. It must've been important, and looked rather valuable. What if Mr.S meant to put that gun's number on the list?"

"Tadashi, get over here and help me with the money," Wasabi said from the other side of the room. He had already gotten through the lock on the fifth box and was grabbing cash as he was complaining to Tadashi.

Tadashi took one quick glance at the gun

Ah screw it. Tadashi grabbed the gun out of the box and stuffed it in the duffel bag along with the money. If Mr.S wanted it, then Tadashi was curious enough to grab it, and if he didn't it, then Tadashi got a free gun. Yay.

Tadashi began helping Wasabi unload the money out of the fifth box, and they were almost done when Fred came running into the room like a bat out of hell.

"Guys, guys, guys!" Fred said as he ran into the room.

"What are you doing back here?!" Tadashi yelled. "You're supposed to be helping Honey Lemon with those people." Tadashi felt bad saying that to Fred, seeing as how he himself left the building entirely at one point.

"Yeah, that was the plan, but now the cops are here."

"What?!" Wasabi and Tadashi yelled in unision.

"Yeah guys, they're coming. We gotta get outta here."

"But we haven't hit all the boxes yet," Wasabi said looking at the list of box numbers.

"Well I just looked out the door, and the cops are like six blocks away. They're gonna be at the front in like half a minute." Tadashi could tell Fred was panicking.

The cops were too early

"Tadashi!" Fred yelled as Tadashi was deep in thought.

They barely had half the money they were here for.

"We need to go!"

They would go to jail if they stayed any longer.

"They're almost here!"

"Alright!" Tadashi yelled to quiet Fred. "Alright. We're gonna have to leave the rest of the boxes."

"But we can still-" Wasabi was cut off by Tadashi.

"No. I'm not risking you guys going to jail, not for something I talked you in to. We have half of it, and that's sure as hell better than nothing." Without another word from Wasabi, Tadashi began walking out of the room with his duffel bag filled with cash.

Wasabi was most likely about to protest, but he as well as Tadashi could hear the sound of police sirens closing in on them. So, along with Fred, Wasabi followed Tadashi out of the vault.

When they arrived in the front of the building, Honey Lemon was watching the people on the floor, with her gun pointed at one of them.

"We're leaving," Tadashi said firmly as he began to sprint out the front door across the street.

"Oh, okay," Honey Lemon said as she lowered her weapon and began following the group. "Bye hostages!"

"Did she just say bye to the hostages?" Wasabi said as they walked outside.

"Eh, just roll with it," Fred said.

Fred hadn't been exaggerating when he said the cops were close. When he was in the center of the road, Tadashi looked to is right, and he saw three cop cars barreling down the road, and were a mere three blocks away. Tadashi had always seen police cars zooming past his house, but it was a completely different experience when you're the one they're after.

"Go, go, go! Tadashi yelled at his friends to get into the back of the van. Gogo was yelling something from the driver's seat, but it was surprisingly hard to hear her over the sound of the police sirens.

Once everyone was across the street and inside the van, Tadashi caught a glimpse of the cops being almost behind them before Tadashi slammed the back doors of the van.

Before he could yell at Gogo to drive, she floored it.

Tadashi would've flown out of the van if it weren't for the doors, which he hit his head on.

"Ow!" He yelled as he sat up and rubbed his head.

"Hey, you wanted me to floor it," Gogo said with a smirk.

Tadashi wanted to respond, but was stopped when he heard someone shouting."

"Pull over your vehicle!" It must've been a cop speaking into a mega phone. "If you do not pull your vehicle off to the side of the road, we will have to use force!"

Well, everything Tadashi didn't want to happen, did indeed happen. They were supposed to get in and out of there as soon as the first lock was cut, but the cops came earlier than Mr.S had said they would.

He wasn't going to stand for this, and he wasn't going to jail. Not because Mr.S messed up.

Tadashi stood up in the van and opened up the back door, gun raised.

Right behind the van was a cop car, twenty feet from the bumper.

Tadashi loaded his gun with a chem-ball, he didn't know what kind, and he didn't care

He aimed for the cop car, and he pulled the trigger.


(A/N) Once again, this chapter was too long for my own good, so I chopped it up. I actually thought that this was a pretty good place to stop. For those of you who think this is near the end, don't worry. We're nowhere near the end of this story. There's so much more to it than just this one robbery. Anyways. I'd like to thank you all for reading, and reviewing this story. That's DaydreamDepartment out of your hair! )