The vault was lined with safe deposit boxes, and a table in the center boasted millions in unmarked bills. After Wolf had taken Jacket's voice recorder, Dallas knew he had to get Jacket to speak as soon as possible, before Wolf did something even more dangerous and stupid. For the time being, however, he had much more important things to focus on.
"Get the saw going!" Bain barked. Wolf pulled a buzzsaw from the duffle bag Chains had brought with him. Jacket collected loot from the boxes as Wolf sawed them open. Dallas and Chains covered the vault door, firing at incoming officers in the thin hallway.
"Hey, man," Chains said to Dallas in a hushed tone. "I tried real hard, but he wouldn't crack. I told that man my life's story up here, but he wouldn't tell me to shut up!"
Dallas chuckled. "He's been around Wolf long enough to have a great amount of patience." Firing away, Dallas's shoulder stung immensely. His brown tweed suit had a huge dark red stain spreading on it.
"Dallas and Jacket, switch places!" Bain called over their earpieces.
"I'm okay, Bain, I got it," he said, swallowing hard and struggling to fire his assault rifle with one good arm and steady it against his wounded shoulder.
"That's cute, but I'm more worried about Jacket! Do you think I trust Wolf alone in there with him- with a buzzsaw- while he's obsessed with this whole talking thing?!"
Chains laughed heartily. "Listen to the man, Dallas."
Dallas groaned and slipped into the vault. Jacket rushed out beside Chains and fired the pistol he had taken from the officer in the lobby. "Got you a present," Chains said, tossing Jacket an ammo box without looking. Jacket caught it in one hand and inspected it. The ammo was for his machine pistol. Jacket quickly switched back to his signature gun, which he had clipped onto his belt when it emptied. He reloaded it and defended the vault well.
After 7 minutes of sawing and firing to the point of nearly-depleted ammo, all of the safe deposit boxes had been opened. Dallas pushed all of the worthwhile contents into a few duffle bags once he had bagged everything from the table at the vault's center. He finished with 10 bags stuffed to the brim with valuables and cash.
"Alright, boys, time to head out," said Bain.
The crew shot their way through an incoming raid of officers, then assembly-lined the bags to the manager's office the other end of the second floor. Dallas tried to hide his pain as he dragged bags across the floor. They fought their way to the office, which also had a single glass wall facing into the bank. At the center of this office was beautiful cherrywood desk, and at the back was a reinforced door which stood between them and a staircase to Houston in the escape van. Dallas and Wolf shuffled behind the desk with the duffle bags as Jacket and Chains defended the doorway.
"Use your saw on that door!" shouted Bain.
Wolf took out his buzzsaw, but frowned. "It's dull!"
"What?!" barked Bain.
"I said it's dull! Safe deposit boxes took their toll on all my blades!" Wolf replied, whirling the buzzsaw as he cursed and threw it to the ground.
"Shi*! Well, according to the blueprints, the door has a keypad on it," Bain said. "Okay, clowns, find the manager and get that code!"
"Oh, da**," said Wolf, looking wide-eyed at the floor.
"What now?" said Chains, as he defended the office. The glass wall had been shot a few times, but the glass held up for now.
Wolf stepped aside to reveal the manager behind him, dead on the floor. He had been gagged and his hands were zip-tied. It seemed Chains and Jacket took him hostage in the conference room, but he managed to crawl into his office during the raid and cower under his desk, probably thinking the gang might later want some information from him regarding the bank. The buzzsaw was lodged in his head.
"You KILLED him?!" Chains asked in a fury, looking back over his shoulder and nearly being shot while distracted.
"He was hiding under the desk when I threw down the saw! How was I supposed to know?!"
Bain sighed. "Fine, just find it!"
The crew scrambled to dig in all the desk drawers and filing cabinets in the manager's private office. Jacket picked up a photo on the manager's desk. In it, the manager's wife and children were smiling at the camera. He stared at the photo for a moment, then lay it down on the desk and smashed the glass with his hammer. He removed the photo from the frame. Behind it was a piece of paper with the keypad's code written on it.
"Secured!" his tape recorder called, as he held up the paper. The other crew members turned to see the code, but suddenly a bullet burst through the air. Jacket managed to duck in time, having seen the creeping officer who fired the round from just outside the office, but he released the paper and it was caught in the blast. Shot into shreds, the paper's edges glowed as they drifted to the floor.