"Wolf, what are you doing?!" Dallas cried, his shoulder beginning to gush blood from the sniper's shot.
"Saving your life," Wolf said, then clicked the recorder's play button. "You're welcome," it played. Wolf pulled Dallas to his feet, then darted away, firing at the SWAT team closing in around them.
"Wolf, da**it, you could jeopardize this whole heist! And Jacket's life!" shouted Dallas. But Wolf had nary a care as he spun in a flurry of gunfire, howling loudly and cackling.
Dallas gritted his teeth. Had this gone too far? Somehow Wolf had managed to swipe Jacket's microcassette player. Jacket needed to communicate via his recorder, and if he got into trouble, he now had no way to signal the team. Dallas reloaded then bolted across the marble floor to hide under a desk in a private office. He saw Jacket across the room, finishing off one last officer who had his helmet off.
Jacket bludgeoned the officer's face with his hammer, until a burst of blood splattered across his chicken mask and his letterman jacket. He reached into his back pocket for his recorder, but it was not there. He searched his other pockets to no avail. He then saw Wolf, backing away from the bank's front door. In Wolf's hand was the recorder. He was firing wildly, backing away from something. After a moment, the unstable man screeched "It's a shield!"
Just then, Bain called over their earpieces, "Chains has been downed!"
Dallas rushed to help Wolf as he saw Jacket dart up the bank steps towards the vault. "Go with Jacket! I got this!" Wolf cried. Dallas paused, but was fired at by the officer behind the shield. Wolf had a tendency to fear shields, cloakers, and the like, but having stolen the recorder, he knew he had messed up and was prepared to defend himself alone if it meant Dallas could keep the others safe.
Wolf backed into a private office and leapt onto an employee desk. The shield quickly followed him here and approached the desk. Wolf dove foot-first at the shield, causing the officer to fall on his back. Wolf's entire weight crashed down onto the cop, and Wolf heard a loud snap. The shield had crushed a few of the officer's bones. Wolf looked down at the man's feet sticking out from the end of the shield. He shot each of them, causing the officer to scream in agony. Wolf stood, then jumped up and elbow dropped onto the shield with a mighty weight. Another snap, accompanied by a bloody splash. Wolf took the recorder from this pocket. "Shield eliminated," said the recorded voice.
Firing cautiously, Wolf exited the office and backed his way up the bank's grand staircase, down the long hallway to the vault. He saw Jacket, who had just finished fixing the drill, and Dallas was providing cover as Wolf raced down the hall. When Wolf arrived, he fell onto the floor beside his partners and crouched to help protect the drill. Jacket saw the tape recorder in Wolf's hand, and promptly snatched it. Wolf chuckled and shrugged at Jacket, but suddenly received a hard punch to his jaw. It was Chains, who had been shot down while tending the drill alone. A few officers had dropped through the skylight in the conference room and made their way towards him while the others were in the lobby.
"You jackass! You could have gotten Jacket killed!" Dallas scoffed, then looked back to the cops to clear the hallway.
Wolf rubbed his jawline beneath his mask. He sighed. Another attempt at getting Jacket to speak: failed.
"What's going on in there?" Bain's voice called as he saw the punch over the bank's security feed.
"Don't worry about it," Chains coughed. Dallas helped him to his feet.
"Well, keep it together, fellas," Bain said.
The drill timer had only a few seconds left. Jacket reloaded his weapon, then clicked on his recorder. He expected a resounding, "Please keep to the right," to warn his partners to move out of the way of the safe door. Instead, Wolf's voice played. "Uh, hi, yes, this is Jacket, and I just farted. Thank goodness for this mask, am I right?"
Dallas, Chains, Jacket looked silently to Wolf. The Swede could feel Dallas's glare from behind his mask. As the safe door swung open, Chains punched Wolf again, hard in the nose. It started bleeding, but Wolf said nothing as the four made their way into the vault.