A/N: Well, it's time for this thing to get the share of the cake now at our reader's requests- I'll start to work on my other stories after this one.
PS: This part of the film was requested by Dreamy Loner :) Thanks for the review!
Disclaimer (Once again): I don't own anything
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Flipqy observed the tall concrete superstructure that stood right in front of him, checking its scenery with a sheet of scrap paper stuffed away in his pocket. Looking at a nearby roadsign from the alleyway he was standing at, he confirmed that this was the target building they were supposed to raid. The bear proceeded to climb up onto a dumpster and use its height for a boosted jump onto a old fire escape ladder leading up the balconies, strapping his bag on so his equipment doesn't get lost.
Trailing up the steel tracks vertically, he cautiously checked the windows, making sure that either the lights were out or that the binds were drawn in so that he wouldn't get spotted by any suspicious dwellers within the building. Stopping at one level, however, he started to look for another way around, as the lights were turned on and the binds were well open, making the evil half fear that someone would be able to spot him and catch him red handed.
Finding a structure of opportunity, he reached leftwards and grabbed a pole from a nearby balcony that led to an extending edge, which followed sideways to a storm gutter drain. While it was risky, Flipqy decided that it was better than being caught straight away, and proceeded to do as his brain instructed him to do so.
Sliding cautiously onto the slim edge of the extension edges, he slid ever so carefully towards the getter drain, hugging the walls as he grabbed the metal tube. Upon reaching for the tube, he stepped gently and carefully on the screwed on brackets holding the drain in place, climbing it carefully like a substitute ladder.
With the top getting closer and closer, Flipqy made the common mistake of looking down- the fear struck him like electricity, just looking at the urban landscape 60 feet below yourself acts almost like a magnet to the earth, with the six lanes of traffic acting as an incentive.
Pulling his eyes away from the ground, Flipqy continued his climb, finally reaching the top of the structure and pulling himself up and over the ledge. The bear took a quick sit-down break from his climb before he walked towards the nearest ventilation shaft to begin his raid. He pocketed out a cigarette from a pack in his bag, igniting the rolled up tobacco and sucking a breath into it.
Taking out a crowbar from his rucksack, he silently pried the screws out of the four corners from the vent covers and settled the freed metallic grate towards the side as he observed the vent, making sure that he doesn't fall into some sort of a ventilation fan. Climbing inside carefully, he trekked slowly, making sure not to hit any weak spots and fall right down, along with looking for an appropriate vent for his exit undetected.
Finding one dark room with a vent from the shaft, Flipqy ever so silently pried out the vent cover and made a floating touchdown by landing on the tips of his feet. Looking around, he saw the inescapable glint of the diamond coming through a door, poorly guarded by a single guard that happened to be taking a snooze on two chairs while still holding onto his firearm.
Sneaking past the beauty sleeper with ease, Flipqy saw the diamond in direct view, which was resting on a stand in the middle of an altar. The surface of the carbon piece flashed brightly in the faint moonlight of the surrounding windows.
Cocking an eyebrow, the veteran thought, 'This is too easy, where's the catch?'
Resting his backpack down and unzipping it, the bear rummaged through its contents before drawing out a pair of infared vision goggles and placing his eyes firmly onto the lens. In a static filled image with a hard green tint, the robber verified that there are sets of infrared red lasers guarding the possession to fend off any looters.
'I see what you did there,' Flipqy nodded, dropping the set of goggles back into the bag and zipping it back up again on his back.
Reaching for some empty roof boards above him, he grabbed onto one with both hands as he pulled himself over the invisible wire trap and down to the other side, with the diamond. Looking around slowly, he quickly snagged the diamond away off of the countertop and placed it into his backpack.
Feeling accomplished, the bear jumped up onto the same roof board again to scoot over the tripwires, but out of a twist of misfortune, his cigarette slipped out of his mouth right over the tripwires, stumbling onto an invisible strand.
The alarm blared in response without hesitation, which surprised the guard that happened to be guarding the door, causing him to fall over from his chairs and squeeze the trigger of his firearm and punch holes into the ceiling boards. Other personnel on duty scrambled towards the scene with their weapons and ski masks.
Flipqy, realising that he has been spotted, took out his USP pistol from his holster and unscrewed the silencer, as he didn't need to silence his shooting when going in loud.
Training his eyes towards the door, he shut one eye and forced a cramped view through his iron sights as he squeezed the trigger. His firearm barked in response, dispatching a bullet that struck his first target square in the head, streaking blood and flesh pieces around the room. The other guards accompanying the victim was caught off guard, and quickly tried to locate the source but simply ended up firing their automatic submachineguns at random towards Flipqy, hoping to get a blindshot from uncontrolled firing.
Ducking his head in fear quickly, Flipqy barely avoided several stray shots and ricochets that were carelessly dispatched at him while using his dominant right hand to hold and fire his pistol and run for cover to keep his initiative in order.
Running behind a couch and a refrigerator within the room, Flipqy rammed over a bookcase to place some obstacles between himself and his opponents as he ran towards the diamond stand, which was the only reliable solid cover available inside the room. He raised his hand over his cover and blind fired a few shots, hoping to get lucky before he heard the bolt click after a few tries. Depressing the small button at the side of the grip, he ejected the spent magazine out of the loading chamber and quickly rammed a fresh one in, still deciding on his next move over the rapid popping sounds of submachinegun fire and bullets getting shot into his meatshield.
Peering over cover slightly, Flipqy saw one of the security guards take out a grenade and yank the pin out before tossing the round apple shaped explosive towards him in an attempt to dislodge him from his concealment. However, the toss was quite inaccurate, and the grenade found itself next to the cigarette that Flipqy dropped previously.
Grinning madly, the bear focused his sights onto his forgotten cigarette that laid dangerously close to the cooking grenade. Getting up and sprinting quickly, he managed to avoid several more uncontrolled shots at him as he did a somersault roll and slide towards his cigarette, retrieving it just as the grenade blew itself to oblivion, leaving a gaping hole inside the wall and leading outside. Using the momentum of speed he picked up in the run, roll and slide, he ejected himself up from the ground and aimed himself at the same guard that tossed the grenade, using his foot to smash through his ski mask and skull onto a wall before he could even take out his firearm to retaliate. Flipqy managed to take advantage of the moment once again, giving himself a slight push with his foot to ricochet off of the wall and outside of the hold blown through by the grenade earlier.
Grabbing onto one of the steel bars from the balcony fire escape, Flipqy planned to escape down the building through the ladder, but he quickly shifted his plans away when he heard and saw the unmistakable sound of police sirens and trucks pulling over at the base of the building to lock it down. Looking upwards, the veteran began to climb up the ladder as quickly as possible to prevent himself from being circled off by two opposing forces.
One of the security guards looked up through the hole and saw Flipqy climb up declared the others to go to the roof with him to circle him off. Just as the veteran reached the top to draw out his weapon, the rooftop access door was kicked in by headstrong security, wanting to be the first to kill the intruder. The bandit was equally prepared, however, and managed to dispatch his opponent quickly by a carefully aimed shot at his head, sending brain fragments and blood strewing across the stairs.
Dashing up on top of the staircase access, the green bear could hear and verify that reinforcements were arriving to support his opposing forces, with the alarm still ringing in full blast. Training his pistol down at what he thought to be the stairwell, the bandit tapped his trigger twice, managing to land a single shot into the torso of one of the security guards, confirmed by a groaning and thud sound. The others were determined to avenge their fallen one, as one of them trained his weapon up towards the access tunnel ceiling and unloading an entire clip into it, strewing the miniature structure full of holes. Unprepared was he, however, as Flipqy quickly jumped off and landed in front of the stairwell door, firing a single shot into him, causing him to fall backwards and land onto another one of their own.
Observing the sunrise for any means of escape, Flipqy rapidly snapped out of his trance as almost half a dozen more reached the roof, thirsty for vengeance, The first of the group took up in a crouched position, training his sights at Flipqy and firing a burst, only to miss as his target jumped to prone quickly enough. His target was, however, much more accurate in counter retaliating, and quickly dispatched him to the land of no return as he got shot in the chest twice.
The others were still not willing to give up to a single man, and desperately attempted to stop the marksman by blind firing in an even more uncontrolled manner. As a result, Flipqy dodged their projectiles with ease, and began a charge towards his nearest target to finish them off, once and for all.
"I… I can't hit that son of a bitch!" one of the guards complained, not letting go of his trigger and allowing the forces of recoil knock his shooting off balance, fruitlessly watching as Flipqy zeroed into him.
"Aim your god dam sights you retarded asshole," the other guard cursed back at his partner, still aiming for that chance.
Flipqy then proceeded to charge forwards in a lunge, unleashing his pistol's force onto his target, shattering his skull and causing his blind struggles to cease. Another guard attempted to intercept him while he landed on the ground, but it proved to be ineffective as Flipqy threw himself backwards and shot him in the head. Catching the third one off guard, he threw himself into a flying barrel roll, managing to take a look at his target's surprised and shocked face as he sent him the final word.
Landing on his feet again, Flipqy proceeded to do a blind walk towards the ledge of the building, thinking that he has found some way off the roof. Oblivious of the last guard still alive, he continued on while his unseen foe took aim at his torso and landed a shot into his leg, knocking him off balance and him falling down onto the floor.
Looking down at the flesh would now gushing out crimson liquid from his thigh, Flipqy struggled to pick himself up to continue the fight, only managing to look up at his incapicator's gun barrel before he was struck again, this time in the abdomen, sending him into a permanent state of defeat.
With the guards closing in from the roof and the police and SWAT team closing in from ground level, the bandit looked aimlessly into the orange morning sky, he could feel himself floating on nothing in hallucination, and simply waited for his final fate to be sealed.
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I didn't know how that turned out- Anyways, please review, as all reviews are greatly appreciated. Guest reviews I cannot respond to, unfortunately.