Dallas quickly spun around and shot the officer straight through his visor. "Did you see the code?!" he asked Jacket. The man in the chicken mask nodded.
As Jacket turned to move behind the desk and punch the code into the keypad, the glass wall shattered and Chains and Jacket fell to the floor. Getting cuts all over their fingers, they struggled to their feet, but were instantly apprehended by two large officers who came from either side of the hall beyond the office. Dallas and Wolf fired rapidly, but two shields closed in around the arresting officers and covered them.
Dallas and Wolf ducked behind the large desk and Wolf slowly pushed the dead manager aside with his foot and a "yelch!"
Dallas seethed in sudden pain. He gripped his shoulder where the sniper had shot him between two ballistics pads. "Dallas, you okay?" Wolf asked sincerely. While he couldn't see Dallas's face, he could tell he was in agony. It wasn't often Dallas showed such pain.
"Just- gah!- just need to get that door open and get out of here!" Dallas said, biting down hard.
Wolf lit up for a moment. "Jacket!" he shouted over the rain of gunfire attacking the desk. "Tell us that code!"
"Are you for real?!" he heard Chains call back from behind the shields.
"Stay quiet!" barked an officer as he hit Chains in the head with the butt of his gun.
"He's the only one that knows it!" Wolf yelled back. "As soon as we get it open, we can get Houston in here!"
While Wolf expected Dallas to furiously scold him again for trying to get Jacket to speak, Dallas actually thought this was a good plan. With his bum shoulder and blood loss, he was in no state to release Chains and Jacket and he knew Wolf could not do it alone.
"Not a bad idea," said Bain. "Hear that, Houston?"
"I'm on my way to the door," Houston replied over everyone's earpieces.
"Jacket, today's the day, bud. Give them that code," said Bain.
Chains, Houston, Bain, Dallas, and Wolf held their breath where they were. It seemed the time had come and there was no getting around it. Over their earpieces, they heard jacket inhale deeply under his mask.
As the shield standing between the office and Jacket moved into the room to close in on Wolf and Dallas, Jacket leapt up, busting the officer apprehending him in the jaw with the top of his head. The officer fell backwards to the ground. Hands still bound behind his back, Jacket tumbled forward on the floor towards the office. He rolled over the office threshold, where the window had been shattered, right over the line of glass still stuck into the pane. Chains saw shards of glass sticking out of Jacket's shoulder where he had rolled across the sill. The blond heister sat on his bottom and cut himself loose, using a tall shard of glass in the threshold to break apart the zip-tie. He kicked the shielded officer in the back, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.
The officer containing Chains jolted towards Jacket. Jacket pulled a large shard of glass from his shoulder and shoved it up through the officer's jaw as he held the man's wrist to steady him. The officer fell, dead, and Jacket took his gun, an AR-15. He fired it at the fallen shield in front of him, who fell fully and bled out. Then, as the second shield moved in, Chains stood and shoved him with his shoulder. The officer turned to Chains, to batter him with his shield, and Jacket took advantage of the officer's carelessness by shooting him in the back of the neck as he turned. Both apprehending officers and shields were dead.
"Okay, I know you guys couldn't see that, but that was pretty bada**," admitted Bain, who saw the whole thing through the bank's camera feed.
"I second that," said Chains, mouth agape in disbelief. Jacket was truly a skilled fighter and quick thinker.
Jacket rushed to cut Chains loose, then bolted to the keypad to punch in the code. The apparatus beeped and Jacket opened the door.
"Alright!" Bain cheered. "Houston, get ready to take off. Chains and Wolf, defend the alley. Jacket, take care of the incoming rush. And Dallas, stay put, bud, we'll have you out of there in no time."
Dallas scoffed. He knew he was in no shape to help fight off an incoming horde, but he was too proud to sit under the desk. "Let me help move bags!" he ordered.
"Fine, but don't take any chances. If you go down, this whole thing could be over," replied Bain.
Houston, Wolf, and Chains rushed down the fire escape to the van, firing at an incoming storm of cops rushing the alley. Jacket defended the office with his newly-obtained AR-15 as Dallas began dragging bags across the office floor and out the fire escape door.