At the top of the fire escape, on the landing, Dallas was tossing the bags over the railing. He struggled as he lifted them onto the rail then shoved them over the side. They landed atop the van, and Houston retrieved them and tossed them into the van as Wolf and Chains defended him.
Inside the bank remained Jacket, who was taking care of what Bain had reported would be the last wave of cops for a few minutes. This was the gang's last chance to escape. Jacket had fought off an army alone, making sure the bags made it to the car without interference. Beyond the office's threshold was a SWAT officer and a bulldozer- the final two challengers before Jacket could jet from the bank and the heist could finally end. As the two moved closer to Jacket, the blond heister heard the sound of plastic being crushed. The bulldozer had stepped on his microcassette player, which had fallen out when he was earlier arrested. It was shattered from the weight of the heavily-armored officer. Jacket looked up from the floor and met the eyes of the two approaching police.
Dallas pushed the final bag over the railing. "That's it!" he called down to Houston.
"Great! Now give Jacket a little cover- there's a 'dozer in there!" Bain shouted.
Dallas turned to move back into the bank through the door in the rear of the manager's office. As he did this, he heard an officer call out, "Flashbang!" The flash grenade was overshot, whizzing past Jacket and onto the landing at the top of the steps, right between Dallas's feet. Noticing the flashbang, Dallas instinctively lifted his arm to cover his eyes, but he used his injured arm, where he had been caught by a sniper in the shoulder. He gagged in pain and lowered his arm. The flashbang went off.
He heard nothing. He saw nothing. White filled his vision as he stumbled to keep his balance at the top of the steps.
Jacket swiftly shot the officer who had thrown the flashbang. The gun only let out a few shots, just enough to kill the lesser officer. It was fresh out of ammunition.
Because it was behind him, the flash hardly phased Jacket. The lone bulldozer remained, who immediately retaliated his dead partner with a shotgun blast towards Jacket.
Feeling around for the railing, Dallas gasped for air as he was suddenly shot in the shoulder- in the same spot where the sniper had caught him. He coughed deeply, blood splattering on the inside of his mask. He screamed in absolute torment.
"Dallas, are you there? Talk to me!" Bain called.
Back inside, Jacket stood alone in the office, his mask half-missing from his face. It had been partially blown away by the scattered shot. The mighty bulldozer stopped in his tracks, not daring to pump his shotgun, for what he saw made him question his mortality.
Beneath the hanging rubber, half of Jacket's face was visible, and it was a bloody mess of raw flesh and shrapnel. Sharp and fiery blue eyes shown from where the mask had been. The contrast of the blue was sharp beside the whites of his eyes- which were actually bloodshot and bright red. They pierced the very soul of the officer with their wide and visceral glare. Jacket stood seething, nose flaring, shoulders broadening, chest puffing, teeth barred.
Jacket jumped onto the desk and threw himself at the bulldozer. He landed on the man's shoulders, legs wrapped around his neck. He swung his body downward and to the side rapidly, causing the officer to lose balance and fall to the ground. Once they were both on the floor, Jacket scrambled to grab the shotgun from the officer. He climbed atop the man, pinning him to the floor. Jacket turned the barrel of the of the gun to the officer's face and pried the heavy visor away. He turned the weapon around and swiftly bashed the bulldozer's teeth with the butt of the gun. As the man screamed for mercy and clawed at Jacket's legs, Jacket held the barrel of the gun across the officer's throat, choking him, as Jacket punched his now-bloody face repeatedly. A few powerful blows were delivered when Jacket grabbed the shotgun and shoved it into the bulldozer's mouth. The officer's screams were muffled by the gun holding his head to the ground as he viciously tore at Jacket's legs to be released. Jacket pumped the gun and pulled the trigger.
Breathing heavily, Jacket rolled off the officer's corpse. Knowing there was a camera behind him, Jacket swiped what was left of the officer's head, making sure his hand was substantially covered in blood. He then smeared the dark red liquid all over his own face and hair, knocking off what remained of his chicken mask, and hiding his face in a new mask of blood.
He turned towards the camera hanging over the exit door. He gave it a swift and hearty middle finger, then rushed outside to his fallen partner.
Dallas was on the landing of the fire escape. Jacket knelt over Dallas and grabbed his good arm, trying to tug him to his feet.
Below, Chains and Wolf fought off police making their way down the alleyway towards the van. A flurry of gunfire filled the space between the bank and its neighbor building.
Dallas could not get to his feet, still unable to discern which way was up and which way was down. He choked on his own blood beneath his clown mask. Jacket ripped the mask from Dallas's face to make breathing easier. He threw it over the railing and into the alley below. He gripped Dallas by his blazer's collar and shook him vigorously.
As the white light faded and the world very slowly came back into view, Dallas saw a mass of red floating over him. He thought it might be a person. After another moment, he realized it was Jacket, covered in blood. "Jacket, are you okay?" he said. He cringed, not being able to hear his own words, as the blood still trickled down his throat. He coughed hard, spattering even more blood onto Jacket. Noticing he was being tugged on, he reached his good arm around Jacket's neck. Looking up and his eyesight nearly returned, he saw something he had never imagined he would see.
Jacket was shouting in Dallas's face. Though dazed, the silver fox could read Jacket's thin lips, which were calling, "Get up! Get up!" with an enraged passion as blood dripped off his chin. In a moment of great strength, Dallas managed to get to his feet as Jacket pulled him by the collar.
His hearing came back a few seconds later, as he leaned on Jacket who was helping him down the metal steps to the escape van. All he heard was the rain of bullets flying down the alley and ping off the vehicle and the surrounding bricks. Houston had been in the driver's seat after securing the last bag. At the alley entrance, about 50 feet away, were Chains and Wolf, defending the van. Jacket helped Dallas stumble into the back of the van. Wolf and Chains took notice and backed towards the van. Everyone made their way into the vehicle, the final few officers shot down as the double doors slammed shut. Houston took off with screeching tires, leaving many officers' bodies, and Dallas's mask, on the dirty, shell-covered floor of the alley.