The sound of sirens filled the air. The gang had tripped an alarm, but they had prepared for this, so it was no major setback. As police infiltrated the lobby downstairs, Jacket and Chains threatened and zip-tied the businessmen in the conference room. Then they headed down the long, roomless corridor to the shining vault. Chains threw down the duffle bag at the base of the vault door. Jacket unzipped the bag and took out the thermal drill.

"Sorry I couldn't stop by your place the other day," Chains said. "Had a hot date- you understand. You understand? Yeahhh, you understand!" he said, elbowing Jacket teasingly as he helped set up the drill. "But don't worry, I studied the plan plenty on my own time. Anyway, you got a steady?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, Chains continued. "Me? I got this bombshell. Real cutie. Doesn't know the whole truth about my heisting yet, but maybe someday," he smiled.

Jacket waited silently as the drill began to whirl and Chains chattered casually.

"Alright, fellas, Chains and Jacket have set up the drill," Bain said over Dallas and Wolf's earpieces. "How are things going in the lobby?"

Dallas grinned behind his mask. The heist was going swimmingly thus far. He backed behind the teller counter for a breather after fighting off a horde of incoming local police. "Going fine on my end," Dallas replied.

"About 4 minutes on that drill," Bain said. Soon, the gang would only need to bag the cash and throw it in the escape van.

Dallas looked across the bank and saw Jacket coming down the steps, leveling rows of cops with his gun. This was an excellent vantage point, as the group had expected from poring over the blueprints. As SWAT teams arrived and his machine pistol ran low, Jacket switched to an M-16 Chains had given him. After taking out a significant amount of closing cops, his gun suddenly jammed. He fussed with it for a few seconds, then tossed it aside. When the officers saw he was unarmed, they stood shoulder-to-shoulder and slowly moved up the steps.

"Sit on the stairs- hands on your head!" one commanded. Jacket complied slowly. As one lone officer began climbing the steps to handcuff him, Jacket sprang from his haunches and leapt onto the man. The officer slid backwards down the steps and cried out, knocking down several of his fellow cops. Jacket body-surfed atop the man and, when they had reached the bottom, he pulled the hammer from his belt loop and promptly planted it into the man's helmet. After he broke the visor, he brought the hammer down again with a loud crack and splatter.

As the other SWAT members were climbing to their feet, Jacket spun around, knocking them in the throats with the claw of the hammer. He ducked to dodge a shot from another man, then spun backwards as he hammered the officer in the knee. The man buckled and Jacket grabbed the gun from the officer's belt. He shot the SWAT member point-blank in the face, then turned to pick off the remaining officers with one of their own weapons.

Dallas nodded. Everything was going pretty smoothly. If all went according to plan, they would walk out of there with 7 million dollars. As he moved from behind the teller counter, Dallas decided to check the street for incoming officers. He looked out the huge bank windows. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone atop a building across the street, but too late to react.

He screamed, then fell to the ground as time seemed to slow around him. His eyesight went red and his ears filled with ringing. He had been shot in the shoulder by a sniper. After a moment, he pulled out his pistol and tried to fire it at the sniper, but the bullets would not go the distance. The marksman readied his gun for another shot.

From behind Dallas came the sharp sound of a bullet whizzing past his ear. It flew straight into the sniper's chest, killing him instantly.

"Sniper no longer in working order," the familiar recording of a woman's voice chimed from behind Dallas. "Thanks, Jacket," he said in relief as he turned to see his partner. It wasn't Jacket at all, but Wolf, holding Jacket's microcassette player. Somehow, Dallas could tell Wolf was smiling maniacally behind his mask.