Scriptwriter667
12-20-08, 10:13 PM
December 24, 2006
A robbery had occured at Palos Heights National Bank. Five Men, two armed with AK-74M Rifles, with some loaded with 100-Drum Magazines while other carried standard 30-Round Magazines, and three of them armed with Mini Uzis loaded with 32-round magazines. Two of the men entered through the front, wearing regular Black Suits with Black Windsor-Knot Ties, carrying their weapons in their long, black, leather trench coats. Yet, because of the very low amount of security guards that day, they did not react very quickly. They waited a few minutes until the other men were in position. To wait for them, the two men stood near the front doors, looking at everyone as politely as they could. Meanwhile, in the back of the bank, the other three men were entering the back door, which was the loading dock for the security truck. Making sure they also did not alert police, they carried their weapons in a baggage carrier, which could over 25 Million dollars in fifties. The door was padlocked, but one of the men carried a tool belt, disguised as a Plumber called over to check the bathrooms, pulled out a pair of pliers and cut the padlock off in less than a second, making the door become unlocked. The men opened the door, acting very casual and grabbing a baggage carrier to drag, putting their weapons in it underneath two inches of used paychecks, receipts, and used mail-order bonds. The men walked through the back hallway, passing two guards, armed with a standard issue S&W Model 337 six-shot revolver in their holsters. One man had to push the cart, while the other two men walked behind him, then turning to the two guards in the hallway. As a small resort, the two men covered their tracks, making the man with the cart keep going, while the two of them killed the guards silently and stealthy with their small, sharp knives. Dropping them to the floor slowly, both men grabbed the pistols from their holsters and tucked them under their shirts. When getting close, one man radioed to the two men in the front of the bank, telling them quietly to start the robbery.
"Let's get started," One man replied. As he started to walk to the middle of the bank, he pulled out his rifle and turned to the guards standing next to each other. Both guards were oblivious to what was happening, and stood perfectly still. Because they had no weapons except for a mace can and a nightstick, they stood with their hands held high in the air, waiting for the man to lower his weapon. Unfortunately, the man did not move his rifle at all. In no instant move, the man cocked his rifle, firing 15 automatic 5.45 rounds into the two guards. Both guards were shot brutally painful; one being shot seven times, piercing his neck, chest three times, abdomen twice, and his left arm once, while the other guard was shot eight times directly in the waist, making most of the shots in the chest and stomach. They both bled out on the floor, one of them falling against a wall, sitting against it like he was tired. His blood was tattered against the wall, falling to the floor as a puddle. Once the guards were killed, the other man with the AK-74M walking straight in front of the doors, blocking anyone from leaving. One man tried to exit, but the man fired one shot into his leg, making the helpless man fall to the floor, writhing in pain. After thirty seconds exactly, the three men from the back of the bank came through, grabbing their weapons from the baggage carrier and walking into the main area. One man with an Uzi, jumped onto the cashier's counters and aimed his weapon at the cashiers behind the desks. The other two men stood together, watching every person on the second floor balcony.
"Merry Christmas, everyone," One of the men said, still aiming his weapon at the hostages. "Empty your pockets, starting with your wallets and purses. Put all of the money you have on the floor in front of you, and kindly put your jewelry on the ground on top of the money. NOW!" The man then fired one round into the air, making them all shiver in fear and fall to the floor. One cashier fainted under the stress and fell on top of the alert button, making the man on the counters become very frantic.
"WHO TOUCHED IT? WHO TOUCHED IT?" He was very nervous, now that he knew that the police were coming. Under no restrant, the man fired his weapon at all of the cashiers, killing four of them and wounding one.
"Two Minutes. Let's hurry." One man with an AK-74 said as he watched the windows. The man shot in the leg lay passed out from all of the blood he had lost.
After a minute of working on the combination, the man with AK-74 watching the doors saw what he feared the most: a Chicago State Police Officer. The Officer came out, pulling out a Mossberg 590 Shotgun and stood behind the door of his car. By then, he was the only man at his car. He was the only man on the scene at the time. The officer's name was Officer Dorian Eastwood and he was a new Officer to the Chicago Police Department. He had friends in the FBI, CIA, and SWAT to get him the job, but those friends would not help him today. Just as a precaution, Dorian aimed his weapon at the door and grabbed the radio in this car, put the megaphone on.
"Attention, men in the bank. Put your weapons on the ground and come out with your hands above your head." No one replied at all. Dorian then raised his volume on the speakers higher. "I say again, come out with your hands in the air or else you will be fired upon." he let go of the mic, letting it fall to the floor, then gripping his shotgun and cocked the pump, aiming it at the doors. After a small second of aiming, the man at the window fired his AK-74 through the window at waist stance, making the window shatter in pieces and fall to the ground. The man kept firing though, blowing holes into the police car, making Dorian stagger to the ground and behind the door of his squad car.
"Sonuva *****!" He said while grabbing the radio, switching it to the department. "Calling all units! CALLING ALL UNITS! Shots fired at Palos Heights National Bank. Counted one suspect heavily armed, possibly assault rifle class. Request SWAT and snipers on the corner of... 127th and Central Ave. Suspects are holding hostages and have not gone to demands-"
After finishing his sentence, the man with the AK-74 shot through Dorian's squad car windshield, piercing the radio and destroying it in seconds. After 45 rounds of firing, the man reloaded his rifle, meanwhile Dorian ran into his squad car and turned the ignition, noticing the man was pointing the rifle at him. As a last resort, Dorian held his shotgun through the shattered windshield, aiming it at the man. Keeping the door open, he rumbled the engine and kept his foot on the brake, while putting his foot on the gas and switching it from neutral to drive. They each did a stare-off at each other, with the man then cocking his rifle and raising his weapon towards his chest. As soon as it had occured, another man armed with an Uzi came out and aimed it at the police car, making Dorian flinch at the trigger, firing a shell at them. Of course, the shell spread out in several directions and did not pierce anyone, but it made the two men fire at him. Dorian ducked as far as he could, letting his go of the brake. The car then sky-rocked towards the bank, with the men still firing at it. The car took only a few seconds to reach the bank doors, with both men moving out of the way of the car. Unfortunately, at delayed time, the man with the uzi was too late in getting out of the way and was struck by the squad car, going over the car and falling into a mess of wall, glass, hot bullet casings, and blood. The man died instantly when falling onto the floor, meanwhile Dorian moving his shotgun towards the other man, who immediately turned and fired upon the squad car. Dorian was caught inbetween the crossfire, being shot in both legs and then dying from a bullet directly into the center of his chest. The man with the AK-74 reloaded again, getting ready for another cop to come by, except it was more than one officer this time.
After Dorian's call went out, effective immediately all SWAT personel dispatched to the scene, driving fast through the streets, letting sirens flash and cars pull over quickly and drive faster. Once they had all reached the outer limits of the bank, over fifty personel were at the scene, surrounding the entire bank. The lead of the entire dispatch was Sergeant Evan Berg-Bierman, coming in a 2006 GMC Envoy, with lights flashing brightly. Once approaching the scene, he saw every single officer taking cover at their vehicles, meanwhile a group of officers were getting ready to storm the building. Evan parked his vehicle a few meters away from them and ran quickly towards them with his Kel-tec SU-16CA Rifle in hand, running directly in front of them with his partner, Sergeant Mark Kelly, armed with a Mossberg 500A shotgun and stood readied their weapons.
"Stand down, boys. We'll handle this one." Mark said, loading five shotgun shells into his weapon.
"Men, I want you all to take basic positions around the entrance." Evan said with a glim look on his face. He wasn't called 'Ice' for nothing. "I want four men here and the rest out there. Keep your weapons aimed high and take no mercy. If it has a weapon, fire. If hands are held high, then hold fire. Now, sources say that there are at least four suspects in the building. I say four because when Dorian risked his life, he killed one of the presumed five suspects with his car. Now you know the plan: Mark and I will enter the bank through here and try and flank them through coming out either end. We will not leave from the first floor until the first few men are escorted out and eliminated. Then, he and I will search the rest of the building and when we radio in 'all clear', I want ten officers to enter the building and escorting the hostages out of the building. Understood?" The men just stood there, silent as the wind blowing in the cold air. "Great. Move out."
The men dispersed, following instructions to a tee and followed each direction step-by-step. Evan and Mark stood for a minute, waiting for confermation that the teams are in place.
Evan then looked over to Mark, putting his hand on the door handle, "So are you ready to go?" Mark just looked at him, closing his eyes and shaking his head very nonchalant.
"Ice, we're all set. Start Phase One." An officer annouced over the radio, at channel three.
"Roger that. We're entering now." Evan said, then turning his radio off. "Let's go." He said sighing while opening the door. The officers stood aiming their M14S rifles at the door, watching them enter the backdoor. It did not take long for them to get to the second floor stairs. Once at the corner, Mark stopped Evan from moving, holding his shoulder.
"Hang on a second, Ice." Mark said, moving against the wall. He peeked his head out lightly, noticing a man with an uzi at the base of the stairs, covering at the mid-step of the stairs. "Give me your rifle." Mark said, handing over his shotgun to him for a small exchange. Once he had the rifle, Mark leaned slightly over the wall, aiming the rifle at the man. The man was very laid-back, watching the upstairs more than the lower stairs. After a small moment of aiming, Mark fired one shot, hitting the man near the right shoulder/clavical bone, having him fall to the floor. Unfortunately, everyone in the bank and outside in the bank could hear the shot.
"Okay," Mark said leaning back against the wall. "we have three minutes." He grabbed his shotgun back, leaning back to see if anyone came down the stairs. "Let's go." He then ran up the stairs, stopping at the tip top of the stairs, waiting for Evan to catch up. Evan took a small bit longer because he was overweight and could not really run that fast either.
"One...Two..." Mark started to count so that they could flank the suspects and shoot them for dead, but before Mark could reach three, Evan got a brilliant idea.
"Mark, wait." Evan said whispering. "Wait here. When I say go, I want you to come out and shoot this guy and then cover my six from up here. Okay?"
"Got it." Mark sat back and waited for the go-ahead, while watching Evan go down the steps quickly, yet quietly. When going around the corner of the hallway, Evan saw Dorian's squad car, rammed against the wall, with its wheels in place, not moving at all. Its lights were flashing in brightness, no siren to hear at all. He walked straight at it, crawling to the vehicle. He aimed his rifle at the first man he saw, which was the man covering the door. He then grabbed his radio, turned it on a quiet volume and got Mark on radio.
"Mark, ready, set..." Evan then aimed his weapon at the man's head, keeping it straight on. Mark, however, readied his stance at jumping out to shoot the cover man. "GO!" He yelled out, while firing his rifle into the man at where the front doors were. In one shot, he saw the man fall to his knees, dropping his rifle and falling to the floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. Mark, at the word go, jumped outwards and aimed with shotgun directly at the upstairs man. In no second instant, he fired one shell into him, making the upstairs man fly back, breaking the upstairs balcony and falling to his death. Then, after the shot was fired, Mark got up from the floor, aiming his shotgun at the men behind the counter, firing his last three shells at them, making each shot spread and miss. Once he cocked the pump and noticed he was out of shells, he dropped his shotgun and grabbed the Uzi on the floor and aimed it at the men behind the counter. Evan, aiming for his life, fired five to six rounds at the men behind the counter, missing them completely. One shot went into the safe itself, making a loud pinging noise. Then, after another round of firing, one man with an AK-74 aimed his rifle at Evan, firing fully automatically at him. Mark, being the upper support, had perfect shot to take and fired 9mm rounds into the man with the AK-74. The man staggered, taking hits near the clavical, breast bone, and through his scapula, falling to the floor. Afraid of his death, the final man, got up from his place and tried to open the safe door, trying to protect himself from the fire. Once up from the ground, Evan stood behind the car, aiming greatly at the man. Mark, also aiming intensely, dropped the Uzi and pulled out his Beretta and did not fire yet. Evan, watching the man, looked at him, watching him trying to pry the safe open with his fingers.
"YOU! STOP! PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD!" Evan yelled, lowering his weapon to his waist. The man stopped moving, putting his hands at his sides, pulling them close to his chest.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Mark yelled, removing the safety from his pistol. The man did not comply. Instead he turned around and pulled out two UZI pistols, aiming them at Evan. With no hesitation, the man raised them at Evan and fired several round at him, making Mark and Evan fire at the man. Evan's rifle fired two shots, missing them before jamming, while Mark fired 10 rounds, missing at least six with four piercing his chest and his liver. The man fell to the ground, still firing his pistols upward until running out of ammunition and having his arms fall to the floor, his body careless to move. After falling to the floor, the man drowned in his own blood, choking on blood going into his windpipe.
"All clear." Evan said, grabbing his radio, meanwhile grasping his right arm inbetween his elbow and shoulder. He watched as officers entered through the front, grabbing hostages, live or dead, out of the building.
"You're bleeding, man." Mark said, putting his pistol back in the holster, looking at Evan's wound. "You're hit."
"I ain't got time to bleed." Evan said, grabbing his rifle, walking out the front door.
PART 2
While walking out of the doors, Evan passed several hostages, screaming for their lives. Evan did not pay attention to it. He just kept walking and went over to the back of his SUV, placing his weapon on the hitch.
"SMITTY!" Evan yelled, calling over the weapons technitian. "How many times do I have to tell you to not mess with my rifle?"
Smitty stood back, feeling very regretful. "I'm sorry, Ice. I just-" Evan stopped him before he could another word in edge wise.
"Don't say sorry. Sorry can get a person killed. You know that." Evan then stood before him, making Smitty have a gulp in his throat. "Open the door and have a seat. We need to talk." Just as he said, Smitty opened the door and sat against the seat, feeling very stiff against the cushion. Evan then sighed as he put a foot onto the railing of the step. "I need to ask you something. Why did you fire my weapon without my permission?"
"Well... I wanted the experience. Your rifle is the best on the force, to me, and I thought that if I could get the rifle fixed, then I could fire it, test it, and then get the experience. I don't know when I'll be out on the job and under fire." Smitty then put his head down, lookingat the ground.
"Look at me, Smitty." Evan put his hand on his chin and pulled his head up. "All you had to do is ask. Okay? It's not that hard." Evan then pulled out his rifle and checked the clip, seeing a bullet incorrectly put into the magazine. "And make sure you load the magazines correctly next time. Okay?"
"Okay."
"It's gonna be alright, but be very aware of it next time. Sometimes there will be a time when you are the only one to stop them."
"Okay." Smitty then moved his feet toward the rail, getting ready to leave.
"That is why I am going to give you my rifle." Evan then cocked the hammer, loading a single bullet into the chamber. Smitty saw the opportunity to take it, but froze with his hands in place. "Go on. Take it." Smitty with no hesitation grasped the rifle gently.
"Thank you, sir." Smitty felt like hugging him at that moment.
"Dismissed." Evan then walked to the back of his SUV, checking inventory. Mark, walking very casual, saw what Evan did and was very curious as to why he did so.
"Did I just see the raw nerve going soft?" Mark crossed his arms.
"Eh, I didn't like that rifle anyways." Evan said while clicking rifle rounds into a Beta C-magazine. "Besides... I wanted to use a new weapon I got." He then pulled out a G36C with an ACOG scope, Foldable Stock, a 40mm AG-C Grenade Launcher, and a 100 Round Beta-C Magazine. "Got it from the chief as a 10 year gift. Cost me $2000 for everything, but $2000 itself for the grenade launcher."
Mark's eyes widened as he saw the weapon. "How did you get approvals for all of these modifications?"
"Got approvals from the mayor, the govenor, and the reasonably the state. They put my case up to state, and approved the modifications to only be used as it's exact purpose." Evan then started to take every modification off, putting the G36C on the hitch.
"I thought you only had one weapon." Mark said, looking at the rest of his inventory.
"I don't. I have about 50 weapons, including grenade launchers, rifles, shotguns, pistols, you name it." Evan said pulling out his DSA-58OSW - a select-fire "sawed off" FN FAL clone made by DS Arms (USA) for police use, then putting his modifications on it. On it he had an ACOG scope, M203 Grenade Launcher under the barrel, Laser Aiming Device, and specially customized 45-round 7.62 NATO Magazines.
"You really have lost it, have you?" Mark asked, acting very supersticious to what Evan was going to do next.
"Oh, don't fuss." Evan said, putting the rifle down. "I got you an early gift." He then grabbed a wrapped gift from the far back of his trunk, pulling out something big. Mark, very friendly, unwrapped it, holding onto an M4A1 Carbine with an ACOG Scope.
"Wow! I mean...WOW! Thanks, partner." Mark said, gripping the rifle with the safety on. "This is great, but how?"
"I won it in a game of Poker against an old partner of mine. Thought I'd give it to you since I already have three of them."
"Well, thanks." Mark said, putting the rifle in his Jaguar XF 2008, placing it into the back seat. "So, what are your plans?"
"I'm not sure. I'll probably go home and make myself some good food while watching some TV. You?"
Mark sighed. "Well... you could come over to my parents with me."
"That would be nice. Thanks." Evan said while pulling out his Ruger SR9, checking the clip. He then heard chatter over the radio, making him look over at his radio.
"Attention all units! Attention all units! Shots fired at O'Hare Airport. I repeat, shots fired at O'Hare airport. Request SWAT and heavy weaponry. Suspects are heavily armed with AK-47s and wear body armor. Suspects have taken hostages. We have taken casualties. Request support." The radio then clicks out to a barrage of fire. Screams are heard into the radio, making it very difficult to hear anything else.
"MEN! SADDLE UP! Smitty, You're in charge here." Evan said while loading three men and himself into his truck, meanwhile Mark taking three other men and himself in his Jaguar. Immediately in the car, they both put their sirens on. "Who are all of you?"
"Casper, sir."
"Mitchell, sir."
"Pierce, sir."
"You guys armed properly?" Evan asked, glaring at Pierce through the rear view mirror.
"I have an MP5-K with no stock." Pierce said, clicking the slide.
"Um... Drop it and grab the HK11E in the back. How about you, Casper?" Evan said then turning his head.
"I have an MP5A3 with a fixed stock." Casper said, reloading a full clip.
"Hmm... Keep it but grab some more ammunition from the back when we stop. I think I have a few drums on me."
"Yes, sir." Casper said, unloading the clip he just loaded.
"So, Mitchell, what do you have?" Evan said, glaring in the rear view again. Mitchell froze, not saying a word.
"Mossberg 500 Persuader, sir." Mitchell then pumped one shot into the barrel, getting ready to exit the vehicle.
"Easy cowboy. Besides... shotguns won't help us today. Not now at least. When we stop, grab a G3KA4 from the back. It has an fold-in stock and an ACOG sight for you."
"Yes, sir."
"Now you boys are here under my service now. Welcome. Now I am Sergeant Berg, but you can call me Ice. Understood?" Evan said with a normal look on his face. "I want you all to work diligently today. This isn't going to be a walk in the park." The car did not stop for a second. It just kept going, as if there were no traffic.
After a few minutes of being on the highway, they reached O'Hare, seeing the pitiful obomination. What they saw would scar them for life.
On the outskirts of the runways were hundreds of thousands of military trucks, all unloading soldiers and equipment into the terminal. Other soldiers saw SWAT and other Police officers covering their tracks, but they could not do anything. After a few minutes of the soldiers working, Police officers surrounded the terminal, putting up road barricades, Road Blocks with their cars, and arming themselves with standard weaponry: H and K MP5A3s with 30-round magazines, Beretta M92FS with 15-round clips, Mossberg 500A shotguns, M16 Assault Rifles, Glock 17 Pistols, Steyr AUG Assault Rifles, M82A1 Sniper Rifles, Steyr SSG Sniper Rifles, AI AWM Sniper Rifles, and Galil Assault Rifles, aimed at the terminal.
"Boy, they must be ready for war." Mitchell said, looking through the window.
"I don't know, but we are not letting them leave the terminal without a warm Windy City welcome." Evan said, stopping near a SWAT truck with a Jaguar close-by. "Mark, do you see those things?"
"Yea, I did." He said, putting on SWAT gear and Body Armor. "We just got word that those soldiers are Venezuelan. They are mercenaries sent to take over the Nation. Reports have come in at Midway, in New York, California, they're everywhere. We so far are the only responding forces able to stop it. I haven't gotten any word on the other forces, but be ready." He finished putting his helmet on, cocking his new rifle. "I guess this will really come in handy." Mark then ran off to the blockade of cars in front of the terminal, called the front line.
"Suit up. Like I said, grab the weapons I told you to." Evan said looking at the men. He also was getting his gear, grabbing his weapons. He grabbed his DSA-58OSW, his Ruger SR9, Plenty of magazines for the rifle and grenade shells for the launcher, Plenty of clips for the pistol, and a sawn-off shotgun armed with 'Elephant' Shells, 20 spare. He did not need much armor, but he needed a Bulletproof vest, Padded Foam helmet, and a satchel for all of his ammo.
"You guys ready?" Evan asked the men, watching them arm their rifles. Mitchell, grabbing the G3KA4 with the ACOG Scope, kept his shotgun for good use, but also grabbed a LAW from the back, grabbing no other rockets along.
"Hey, Mitchell, grab three more rockets for that thing. We may need it." Evan said, grabbing another weapon. He picked the M202 Flash Rocket Rod Launcher from where the spare tire would be and took one pod along, loading it into the launcher. Casper and Pierce took what they needed and more, with Casper also grabbing a Milkor MGL and Pierce taking an M79 Grenade Launcher from the SWAT truck.
"How do you have all this stuff?" Casper asked, loading the MGL.
"I have alot of contacts from around the nation." Evan said. "I just give my weapons to the Department though, so that we can be ready."
"For what?" Pierce asked.
"Something like this, he means." Mitchell said, putting the launcher over his shoulder and the shotgun next to the launcher and holding the G3KA4.
"Are we all ready now?" Evan asked, putting the M202 over his shoulder with his rifle in his right hand. They complied once, watching several go on at the terminal. "Let's go." Running down to the 'front line', they found at least fifty officers behind the cars, hiding behind them for cover. There they found Mark and several SWAT team members behind the truck.
"Mark, what's going on now?" Evan asked, putting a grenade into the underbarrel launcher.
"We are going to try sending a robot in to see how many men are there." Mark said, holding a robot controller.
"Well there's another way to do that." Casper said, breaking the small silence.
"How by god's name do you know?" Mark asked, lowering the controller.
"Well... there's two ways we can do this. While Ice was driving, I saw a small trench at the end of a runway, plus broken fence to get through. Then, I saw a military truck placed by, crawling with soldiers around the hangars."
"What are you getting at?"
"What I'm saying is... we take... thirty men and flank 'em. We blow up a few planes with explosives, ground them and push 'em through the front, meanwhile team 2, armed up with... 100 men armed with the finest equipment, runs through the doors and shoots through, trapping the army. Then, if there's any luck, we'll search the rest of the hangars for any survivors and eliminate them." Casper finished with those words and everyone staring at him.
"Ice?"
"I like it. I think it might work." Evan said, looking at Casper nicely. "Okay, Casper, here's your chance to impress me. Pick thirty wise men and go on the task. Meanwhile the rest of us will stay here and wait for your signal. If anything goes wrong, just say the word FUBAR and I, myself, and a few other men will come to your aid, and the plan will keep going. Meanwhile, if that does happen, we will have another plan. We will arm the planes with explosives. Just if they try to escape, we will first let them get on the plane and then we will blow it. That's only if Casper radios in the word FUBAR. Once he says it, me, Mark, and three of the best men will come to your aid ASAP. Clear?"
"Yea, clear Sir." Casper said, holding the radio.
"Good. Get going."
(Open for anyone to reply, just under Casper's command.)
A robbery had occured at Palos Heights National Bank. Five Men, two armed with AK-74M Rifles, with some loaded with 100-Drum Magazines while other carried standard 30-Round Magazines, and three of them armed with Mini Uzis loaded with 32-round magazines. Two of the men entered through the front, wearing regular Black Suits with Black Windsor-Knot Ties, carrying their weapons in their long, black, leather trench coats. Yet, because of the very low amount of security guards that day, they did not react very quickly. They waited a few minutes until the other men were in position. To wait for them, the two men stood near the front doors, looking at everyone as politely as they could. Meanwhile, in the back of the bank, the other three men were entering the back door, which was the loading dock for the security truck. Making sure they also did not alert police, they carried their weapons in a baggage carrier, which could over 25 Million dollars in fifties. The door was padlocked, but one of the men carried a tool belt, disguised as a Plumber called over to check the bathrooms, pulled out a pair of pliers and cut the padlock off in less than a second, making the door become unlocked. The men opened the door, acting very casual and grabbing a baggage carrier to drag, putting their weapons in it underneath two inches of used paychecks, receipts, and used mail-order bonds. The men walked through the back hallway, passing two guards, armed with a standard issue S&W Model 337 six-shot revolver in their holsters. One man had to push the cart, while the other two men walked behind him, then turning to the two guards in the hallway. As a small resort, the two men covered their tracks, making the man with the cart keep going, while the two of them killed the guards silently and stealthy with their small, sharp knives. Dropping them to the floor slowly, both men grabbed the pistols from their holsters and tucked them under their shirts. When getting close, one man radioed to the two men in the front of the bank, telling them quietly to start the robbery.
"Let's get started," One man replied. As he started to walk to the middle of the bank, he pulled out his rifle and turned to the guards standing next to each other. Both guards were oblivious to what was happening, and stood perfectly still. Because they had no weapons except for a mace can and a nightstick, they stood with their hands held high in the air, waiting for the man to lower his weapon. Unfortunately, the man did not move his rifle at all. In no instant move, the man cocked his rifle, firing 15 automatic 5.45 rounds into the two guards. Both guards were shot brutally painful; one being shot seven times, piercing his neck, chest three times, abdomen twice, and his left arm once, while the other guard was shot eight times directly in the waist, making most of the shots in the chest and stomach. They both bled out on the floor, one of them falling against a wall, sitting against it like he was tired. His blood was tattered against the wall, falling to the floor as a puddle. Once the guards were killed, the other man with the AK-74M walking straight in front of the doors, blocking anyone from leaving. One man tried to exit, but the man fired one shot into his leg, making the helpless man fall to the floor, writhing in pain. After thirty seconds exactly, the three men from the back of the bank came through, grabbing their weapons from the baggage carrier and walking into the main area. One man with an Uzi, jumped onto the cashier's counters and aimed his weapon at the cashiers behind the desks. The other two men stood together, watching every person on the second floor balcony.
"Merry Christmas, everyone," One of the men said, still aiming his weapon at the hostages. "Empty your pockets, starting with your wallets and purses. Put all of the money you have on the floor in front of you, and kindly put your jewelry on the ground on top of the money. NOW!" The man then fired one round into the air, making them all shiver in fear and fall to the floor. One cashier fainted under the stress and fell on top of the alert button, making the man on the counters become very frantic.
"WHO TOUCHED IT? WHO TOUCHED IT?" He was very nervous, now that he knew that the police were coming. Under no restrant, the man fired his weapon at all of the cashiers, killing four of them and wounding one.
"Two Minutes. Let's hurry." One man with an AK-74 said as he watched the windows. The man shot in the leg lay passed out from all of the blood he had lost.
After a minute of working on the combination, the man with AK-74 watching the doors saw what he feared the most: a Chicago State Police Officer. The Officer came out, pulling out a Mossberg 590 Shotgun and stood behind the door of his car. By then, he was the only man at his car. He was the only man on the scene at the time. The officer's name was Officer Dorian Eastwood and he was a new Officer to the Chicago Police Department. He had friends in the FBI, CIA, and SWAT to get him the job, but those friends would not help him today. Just as a precaution, Dorian aimed his weapon at the door and grabbed the radio in this car, put the megaphone on.
"Attention, men in the bank. Put your weapons on the ground and come out with your hands above your head." No one replied at all. Dorian then raised his volume on the speakers higher. "I say again, come out with your hands in the air or else you will be fired upon." he let go of the mic, letting it fall to the floor, then gripping his shotgun and cocked the pump, aiming it at the doors. After a small second of aiming, the man at the window fired his AK-74 through the window at waist stance, making the window shatter in pieces and fall to the ground. The man kept firing though, blowing holes into the police car, making Dorian stagger to the ground and behind the door of his squad car.
"Sonuva *****!" He said while grabbing the radio, switching it to the department. "Calling all units! CALLING ALL UNITS! Shots fired at Palos Heights National Bank. Counted one suspect heavily armed, possibly assault rifle class. Request SWAT and snipers on the corner of... 127th and Central Ave. Suspects are holding hostages and have not gone to demands-"
After finishing his sentence, the man with the AK-74 shot through Dorian's squad car windshield, piercing the radio and destroying it in seconds. After 45 rounds of firing, the man reloaded his rifle, meanwhile Dorian ran into his squad car and turned the ignition, noticing the man was pointing the rifle at him. As a last resort, Dorian held his shotgun through the shattered windshield, aiming it at the man. Keeping the door open, he rumbled the engine and kept his foot on the brake, while putting his foot on the gas and switching it from neutral to drive. They each did a stare-off at each other, with the man then cocking his rifle and raising his weapon towards his chest. As soon as it had occured, another man armed with an Uzi came out and aimed it at the police car, making Dorian flinch at the trigger, firing a shell at them. Of course, the shell spread out in several directions and did not pierce anyone, but it made the two men fire at him. Dorian ducked as far as he could, letting his go of the brake. The car then sky-rocked towards the bank, with the men still firing at it. The car took only a few seconds to reach the bank doors, with both men moving out of the way of the car. Unfortunately, at delayed time, the man with the uzi was too late in getting out of the way and was struck by the squad car, going over the car and falling into a mess of wall, glass, hot bullet casings, and blood. The man died instantly when falling onto the floor, meanwhile Dorian moving his shotgun towards the other man, who immediately turned and fired upon the squad car. Dorian was caught inbetween the crossfire, being shot in both legs and then dying from a bullet directly into the center of his chest. The man with the AK-74 reloaded again, getting ready for another cop to come by, except it was more than one officer this time.
After Dorian's call went out, effective immediately all SWAT personel dispatched to the scene, driving fast through the streets, letting sirens flash and cars pull over quickly and drive faster. Once they had all reached the outer limits of the bank, over fifty personel were at the scene, surrounding the entire bank. The lead of the entire dispatch was Sergeant Evan Berg-Bierman, coming in a 2006 GMC Envoy, with lights flashing brightly. Once approaching the scene, he saw every single officer taking cover at their vehicles, meanwhile a group of officers were getting ready to storm the building. Evan parked his vehicle a few meters away from them and ran quickly towards them with his Kel-tec SU-16CA Rifle in hand, running directly in front of them with his partner, Sergeant Mark Kelly, armed with a Mossberg 500A shotgun and stood readied their weapons.
"Stand down, boys. We'll handle this one." Mark said, loading five shotgun shells into his weapon.
"Men, I want you all to take basic positions around the entrance." Evan said with a glim look on his face. He wasn't called 'Ice' for nothing. "I want four men here and the rest out there. Keep your weapons aimed high and take no mercy. If it has a weapon, fire. If hands are held high, then hold fire. Now, sources say that there are at least four suspects in the building. I say four because when Dorian risked his life, he killed one of the presumed five suspects with his car. Now you know the plan: Mark and I will enter the bank through here and try and flank them through coming out either end. We will not leave from the first floor until the first few men are escorted out and eliminated. Then, he and I will search the rest of the building and when we radio in 'all clear', I want ten officers to enter the building and escorting the hostages out of the building. Understood?" The men just stood there, silent as the wind blowing in the cold air. "Great. Move out."
The men dispersed, following instructions to a tee and followed each direction step-by-step. Evan and Mark stood for a minute, waiting for confermation that the teams are in place.
Evan then looked over to Mark, putting his hand on the door handle, "So are you ready to go?" Mark just looked at him, closing his eyes and shaking his head very nonchalant.
"Ice, we're all set. Start Phase One." An officer annouced over the radio, at channel three.
"Roger that. We're entering now." Evan said, then turning his radio off. "Let's go." He said sighing while opening the door. The officers stood aiming their M14S rifles at the door, watching them enter the backdoor. It did not take long for them to get to the second floor stairs. Once at the corner, Mark stopped Evan from moving, holding his shoulder.
"Hang on a second, Ice." Mark said, moving against the wall. He peeked his head out lightly, noticing a man with an uzi at the base of the stairs, covering at the mid-step of the stairs. "Give me your rifle." Mark said, handing over his shotgun to him for a small exchange. Once he had the rifle, Mark leaned slightly over the wall, aiming the rifle at the man. The man was very laid-back, watching the upstairs more than the lower stairs. After a small moment of aiming, Mark fired one shot, hitting the man near the right shoulder/clavical bone, having him fall to the floor. Unfortunately, everyone in the bank and outside in the bank could hear the shot.
"Okay," Mark said leaning back against the wall. "we have three minutes." He grabbed his shotgun back, leaning back to see if anyone came down the stairs. "Let's go." He then ran up the stairs, stopping at the tip top of the stairs, waiting for Evan to catch up. Evan took a small bit longer because he was overweight and could not really run that fast either.
"One...Two..." Mark started to count so that they could flank the suspects and shoot them for dead, but before Mark could reach three, Evan got a brilliant idea.
"Mark, wait." Evan said whispering. "Wait here. When I say go, I want you to come out and shoot this guy and then cover my six from up here. Okay?"
"Got it." Mark sat back and waited for the go-ahead, while watching Evan go down the steps quickly, yet quietly. When going around the corner of the hallway, Evan saw Dorian's squad car, rammed against the wall, with its wheels in place, not moving at all. Its lights were flashing in brightness, no siren to hear at all. He walked straight at it, crawling to the vehicle. He aimed his rifle at the first man he saw, which was the man covering the door. He then grabbed his radio, turned it on a quiet volume and got Mark on radio.
"Mark, ready, set..." Evan then aimed his weapon at the man's head, keeping it straight on. Mark, however, readied his stance at jumping out to shoot the cover man. "GO!" He yelled out, while firing his rifle into the man at where the front doors were. In one shot, he saw the man fall to his knees, dropping his rifle and falling to the floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. Mark, at the word go, jumped outwards and aimed with shotgun directly at the upstairs man. In no second instant, he fired one shell into him, making the upstairs man fly back, breaking the upstairs balcony and falling to his death. Then, after the shot was fired, Mark got up from the floor, aiming his shotgun at the men behind the counter, firing his last three shells at them, making each shot spread and miss. Once he cocked the pump and noticed he was out of shells, he dropped his shotgun and grabbed the Uzi on the floor and aimed it at the men behind the counter. Evan, aiming for his life, fired five to six rounds at the men behind the counter, missing them completely. One shot went into the safe itself, making a loud pinging noise. Then, after another round of firing, one man with an AK-74 aimed his rifle at Evan, firing fully automatically at him. Mark, being the upper support, had perfect shot to take and fired 9mm rounds into the man with the AK-74. The man staggered, taking hits near the clavical, breast bone, and through his scapula, falling to the floor. Afraid of his death, the final man, got up from his place and tried to open the safe door, trying to protect himself from the fire. Once up from the ground, Evan stood behind the car, aiming greatly at the man. Mark, also aiming intensely, dropped the Uzi and pulled out his Beretta and did not fire yet. Evan, watching the man, looked at him, watching him trying to pry the safe open with his fingers.
"YOU! STOP! PUT YOUR HANDS ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD!" Evan yelled, lowering his weapon to his waist. The man stopped moving, putting his hands at his sides, pulling them close to his chest.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Mark yelled, removing the safety from his pistol. The man did not comply. Instead he turned around and pulled out two UZI pistols, aiming them at Evan. With no hesitation, the man raised them at Evan and fired several round at him, making Mark and Evan fire at the man. Evan's rifle fired two shots, missing them before jamming, while Mark fired 10 rounds, missing at least six with four piercing his chest and his liver. The man fell to the ground, still firing his pistols upward until running out of ammunition and having his arms fall to the floor, his body careless to move. After falling to the floor, the man drowned in his own blood, choking on blood going into his windpipe.
"All clear." Evan said, grabbing his radio, meanwhile grasping his right arm inbetween his elbow and shoulder. He watched as officers entered through the front, grabbing hostages, live or dead, out of the building.
"You're bleeding, man." Mark said, putting his pistol back in the holster, looking at Evan's wound. "You're hit."
"I ain't got time to bleed." Evan said, grabbing his rifle, walking out the front door.
PART 2
While walking out of the doors, Evan passed several hostages, screaming for their lives. Evan did not pay attention to it. He just kept walking and went over to the back of his SUV, placing his weapon on the hitch.
"SMITTY!" Evan yelled, calling over the weapons technitian. "How many times do I have to tell you to not mess with my rifle?"
Smitty stood back, feeling very regretful. "I'm sorry, Ice. I just-" Evan stopped him before he could another word in edge wise.
"Don't say sorry. Sorry can get a person killed. You know that." Evan then stood before him, making Smitty have a gulp in his throat. "Open the door and have a seat. We need to talk." Just as he said, Smitty opened the door and sat against the seat, feeling very stiff against the cushion. Evan then sighed as he put a foot onto the railing of the step. "I need to ask you something. Why did you fire my weapon without my permission?"
"Well... I wanted the experience. Your rifle is the best on the force, to me, and I thought that if I could get the rifle fixed, then I could fire it, test it, and then get the experience. I don't know when I'll be out on the job and under fire." Smitty then put his head down, lookingat the ground.
"Look at me, Smitty." Evan put his hand on his chin and pulled his head up. "All you had to do is ask. Okay? It's not that hard." Evan then pulled out his rifle and checked the clip, seeing a bullet incorrectly put into the magazine. "And make sure you load the magazines correctly next time. Okay?"
"Okay."
"It's gonna be alright, but be very aware of it next time. Sometimes there will be a time when you are the only one to stop them."
"Okay." Smitty then moved his feet toward the rail, getting ready to leave.
"That is why I am going to give you my rifle." Evan then cocked the hammer, loading a single bullet into the chamber. Smitty saw the opportunity to take it, but froze with his hands in place. "Go on. Take it." Smitty with no hesitation grasped the rifle gently.
"Thank you, sir." Smitty felt like hugging him at that moment.
"Dismissed." Evan then walked to the back of his SUV, checking inventory. Mark, walking very casual, saw what Evan did and was very curious as to why he did so.
"Did I just see the raw nerve going soft?" Mark crossed his arms.
"Eh, I didn't like that rifle anyways." Evan said while clicking rifle rounds into a Beta C-magazine. "Besides... I wanted to use a new weapon I got." He then pulled out a G36C with an ACOG scope, Foldable Stock, a 40mm AG-C Grenade Launcher, and a 100 Round Beta-C Magazine. "Got it from the chief as a 10 year gift. Cost me $2000 for everything, but $2000 itself for the grenade launcher."
Mark's eyes widened as he saw the weapon. "How did you get approvals for all of these modifications?"
"Got approvals from the mayor, the govenor, and the reasonably the state. They put my case up to state, and approved the modifications to only be used as it's exact purpose." Evan then started to take every modification off, putting the G36C on the hitch.
"I thought you only had one weapon." Mark said, looking at the rest of his inventory.
"I don't. I have about 50 weapons, including grenade launchers, rifles, shotguns, pistols, you name it." Evan said pulling out his DSA-58OSW - a select-fire "sawed off" FN FAL clone made by DS Arms (USA) for police use, then putting his modifications on it. On it he had an ACOG scope, M203 Grenade Launcher under the barrel, Laser Aiming Device, and specially customized 45-round 7.62 NATO Magazines.
"You really have lost it, have you?" Mark asked, acting very supersticious to what Evan was going to do next.
"Oh, don't fuss." Evan said, putting the rifle down. "I got you an early gift." He then grabbed a wrapped gift from the far back of his trunk, pulling out something big. Mark, very friendly, unwrapped it, holding onto an M4A1 Carbine with an ACOG Scope.
"Wow! I mean...WOW! Thanks, partner." Mark said, gripping the rifle with the safety on. "This is great, but how?"
"I won it in a game of Poker against an old partner of mine. Thought I'd give it to you since I already have three of them."
"Well, thanks." Mark said, putting the rifle in his Jaguar XF 2008, placing it into the back seat. "So, what are your plans?"
"I'm not sure. I'll probably go home and make myself some good food while watching some TV. You?"
Mark sighed. "Well... you could come over to my parents with me."
"That would be nice. Thanks." Evan said while pulling out his Ruger SR9, checking the clip. He then heard chatter over the radio, making him look over at his radio.
"Attention all units! Attention all units! Shots fired at O'Hare Airport. I repeat, shots fired at O'Hare airport. Request SWAT and heavy weaponry. Suspects are heavily armed with AK-47s and wear body armor. Suspects have taken hostages. We have taken casualties. Request support." The radio then clicks out to a barrage of fire. Screams are heard into the radio, making it very difficult to hear anything else.
"MEN! SADDLE UP! Smitty, You're in charge here." Evan said while loading three men and himself into his truck, meanwhile Mark taking three other men and himself in his Jaguar. Immediately in the car, they both put their sirens on. "Who are all of you?"
"Casper, sir."
"Mitchell, sir."
"Pierce, sir."
"You guys armed properly?" Evan asked, glaring at Pierce through the rear view mirror.
"I have an MP5-K with no stock." Pierce said, clicking the slide.
"Um... Drop it and grab the HK11E in the back. How about you, Casper?" Evan said then turning his head.
"I have an MP5A3 with a fixed stock." Casper said, reloading a full clip.
"Hmm... Keep it but grab some more ammunition from the back when we stop. I think I have a few drums on me."
"Yes, sir." Casper said, unloading the clip he just loaded.
"So, Mitchell, what do you have?" Evan said, glaring in the rear view again. Mitchell froze, not saying a word.
"Mossberg 500 Persuader, sir." Mitchell then pumped one shot into the barrel, getting ready to exit the vehicle.
"Easy cowboy. Besides... shotguns won't help us today. Not now at least. When we stop, grab a G3KA4 from the back. It has an fold-in stock and an ACOG sight for you."
"Yes, sir."
"Now you boys are here under my service now. Welcome. Now I am Sergeant Berg, but you can call me Ice. Understood?" Evan said with a normal look on his face. "I want you all to work diligently today. This isn't going to be a walk in the park." The car did not stop for a second. It just kept going, as if there were no traffic.
After a few minutes of being on the highway, they reached O'Hare, seeing the pitiful obomination. What they saw would scar them for life.
On the outskirts of the runways were hundreds of thousands of military trucks, all unloading soldiers and equipment into the terminal. Other soldiers saw SWAT and other Police officers covering their tracks, but they could not do anything. After a few minutes of the soldiers working, Police officers surrounded the terminal, putting up road barricades, Road Blocks with their cars, and arming themselves with standard weaponry: H and K MP5A3s with 30-round magazines, Beretta M92FS with 15-round clips, Mossberg 500A shotguns, M16 Assault Rifles, Glock 17 Pistols, Steyr AUG Assault Rifles, M82A1 Sniper Rifles, Steyr SSG Sniper Rifles, AI AWM Sniper Rifles, and Galil Assault Rifles, aimed at the terminal.
"Boy, they must be ready for war." Mitchell said, looking through the window.
"I don't know, but we are not letting them leave the terminal without a warm Windy City welcome." Evan said, stopping near a SWAT truck with a Jaguar close-by. "Mark, do you see those things?"
"Yea, I did." He said, putting on SWAT gear and Body Armor. "We just got word that those soldiers are Venezuelan. They are mercenaries sent to take over the Nation. Reports have come in at Midway, in New York, California, they're everywhere. We so far are the only responding forces able to stop it. I haven't gotten any word on the other forces, but be ready." He finished putting his helmet on, cocking his new rifle. "I guess this will really come in handy." Mark then ran off to the blockade of cars in front of the terminal, called the front line.
"Suit up. Like I said, grab the weapons I told you to." Evan said looking at the men. He also was getting his gear, grabbing his weapons. He grabbed his DSA-58OSW, his Ruger SR9, Plenty of magazines for the rifle and grenade shells for the launcher, Plenty of clips for the pistol, and a sawn-off shotgun armed with 'Elephant' Shells, 20 spare. He did not need much armor, but he needed a Bulletproof vest, Padded Foam helmet, and a satchel for all of his ammo.
"You guys ready?" Evan asked the men, watching them arm their rifles. Mitchell, grabbing the G3KA4 with the ACOG Scope, kept his shotgun for good use, but also grabbed a LAW from the back, grabbing no other rockets along.
"Hey, Mitchell, grab three more rockets for that thing. We may need it." Evan said, grabbing another weapon. He picked the M202 Flash Rocket Rod Launcher from where the spare tire would be and took one pod along, loading it into the launcher. Casper and Pierce took what they needed and more, with Casper also grabbing a Milkor MGL and Pierce taking an M79 Grenade Launcher from the SWAT truck.
"How do you have all this stuff?" Casper asked, loading the MGL.
"I have alot of contacts from around the nation." Evan said. "I just give my weapons to the Department though, so that we can be ready."
"For what?" Pierce asked.
"Something like this, he means." Mitchell said, putting the launcher over his shoulder and the shotgun next to the launcher and holding the G3KA4.
"Are we all ready now?" Evan asked, putting the M202 over his shoulder with his rifle in his right hand. They complied once, watching several go on at the terminal. "Let's go." Running down to the 'front line', they found at least fifty officers behind the cars, hiding behind them for cover. There they found Mark and several SWAT team members behind the truck.
"Mark, what's going on now?" Evan asked, putting a grenade into the underbarrel launcher.
"We are going to try sending a robot in to see how many men are there." Mark said, holding a robot controller.
"Well there's another way to do that." Casper said, breaking the small silence.
"How by god's name do you know?" Mark asked, lowering the controller.
"Well... there's two ways we can do this. While Ice was driving, I saw a small trench at the end of a runway, plus broken fence to get through. Then, I saw a military truck placed by, crawling with soldiers around the hangars."
"What are you getting at?"
"What I'm saying is... we take... thirty men and flank 'em. We blow up a few planes with explosives, ground them and push 'em through the front, meanwhile team 2, armed up with... 100 men armed with the finest equipment, runs through the doors and shoots through, trapping the army. Then, if there's any luck, we'll search the rest of the hangars for any survivors and eliminate them." Casper finished with those words and everyone staring at him.
"Ice?"
"I like it. I think it might work." Evan said, looking at Casper nicely. "Okay, Casper, here's your chance to impress me. Pick thirty wise men and go on the task. Meanwhile the rest of us will stay here and wait for your signal. If anything goes wrong, just say the word FUBAR and I, myself, and a few other men will come to your aid, and the plan will keep going. Meanwhile, if that does happen, we will have another plan. We will arm the planes with explosives. Just if they try to escape, we will first let them get on the plane and then we will blow it. That's only if Casper radios in the word FUBAR. Once he says it, me, Mark, and three of the best men will come to your aid ASAP. Clear?"
"Yea, clear Sir." Casper said, holding the radio.
"Good. Get going."
(Open for anyone to reply, just under Casper's command.)