“HIT THE DECK!”

And, as usual, they were the only two to drop at the roar from the young woman. A blast shook the fourth level of the skyscraper, sending a simmering heatwave across their backs and a fireball barreling into the horde. Those who did survive quickly toppled out of the broken windows. Renojack and Her stumbled upright. “Bigger than usual”, the young man commented with an easy grin. Tuna patted her bazooka and slipped it back into its holster. “It was a bigger crowd.” They set off at a trot down the hall without another word.

The hostage chamber lay in front of them now. Her paused, staring at the keypad next to the door, but Tunafish grabbed the nearest fire extinguisher and smashed it without a word. The doors swung open smoothly, and there was Bale. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, bound, but ungagged. Before he could do so much as open his mouth to exclaim anything, his girlfriend had crossed the room and was picking the lock on his handcuffs. “Can’t talk, busy doing my job.” Her leaned against the wall next to the door, holding her gun at eye level. Renojack peered out cautiously. “Suits, coming. Fast. Make quick, love.”

“I know, got it.” The cuffs clattered to the ground and she was over to the see-through, glass wall, peering down. “Cycles ‘re just beneath us. We can probably climb down if-“

“NO TIME!” Her sprang out and pulled the trigger thrice, dropping two grunts. “We’ve got company!” Renojack leapt into the center of the room and pulled Bale up. “You’re limpin’, I know. Bear it.” He pulled the young man to the left to avoid five shots. Her stared at the back of Tuna’s head frantically. “We’ve gotta GO!”

She cocked as her friend turned slowly and stared into her eyes. Slowly, a grin spread across her face. “Yes.” She looked to RJ.

Renojack nodded. Tunafish ran over to support Bale as her partner dashed for the doors, dodging shots and swinging them closed. Propping up a chair to hold them, he pulled the others to the center of the room. “Drop the loot over the pavement. Harbor’s just after that.” Tuna’s voice was smooth, prepared. Bale paled. “You’re kidding. You’re not serious.”

“Babe, I’m never serious.”

Two shots, and the glass cracked. Men were pounding on the door now, the chair threatening to fly away. The four linked hands.

More banging. They tensed.

The doors flew open, they ran, and they jumped.

The glass shattered easily. Eight bags of stolen treasure hit the pavement. Four people hit the water a moment later.

A few seconds after, four resurfaced.

Employees of the corporation fired down at them. The bullets clattered harmlessly against the pavement and splashed into the harbor. It only took a moment for Her to clamber out, pulling Renojack and Bale after her. Tuna was last, soaked, her mask still on her face. Bale clambered onto her motorcycle, his hands wrapping around her waist as she hopped in front. Three pirates rode away, leaving their quarry penniless and in shambles.
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I rather liked this one. Just didn't realize how long it was. XD Feedback appreciated.
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