stopped
firing and were reloading their rifles. Sayett had three more bullets in his
magazine, but he took it out and put it in his pant pocket and quickly plugged
in his ten-round backup magazine from his inner coat pocket.
A
few seconds after the firing had stopped; the bank robber slowly raised his
head to see what was happening. Sayett signaled to Colonel Vyptor with his left
hand and the colonel turned around and opened fire. The bank robber quickly
ducked down again as bullets hit the wall in front of him and the bank wall
behind him. Sayett figured he had eight to ten seconds before the colonel was
‘out’ and he ran across the street with his pistol in his right hand and
reached the first step and kneeled down to take cover next to the adjacent
wall.
He
signaled to Ryft and Woker to hold their fire. Meanwhile, the colonel had fired
the last of his twelve bullets, dropped the ATR and taken out his pistol.
Sayett quietly walked up the stairs. Policemen had loaded their rifles and were
in no danger of hitting Sayett, so they started shooting, while the colonel and
his soldiers held their fire to avoid hitting him.
Sayett
waited just near the top of the steps. Then a few seconds later he heard the
bank robber fire his rifle; that was the moment he had been waiting for. Sayett
quickly crouched onto the first floor, turned his pistol towards the robber,
and fired four shots into the man’s chest and stomach. He fell back on the
floor. Sayett yelled for policemen to stop firing and he walked to the robber’s
rifle and kicked it away.
He
suddenly realized that there could be more robbers hidden in the bank and aimed
his pistol at the bank door. Ryft and Woker had rushed up the steps.
“Pick
up those Ranx rifles,” he said to them. “They are automatic.”
Ryft
and Woker grabbed the robbers’ rifles, took out the half empty magazines and
attached new ones from the robbers’ belts. Colonel Vyptor and policemen had
rushed up the stairs as well.
“There
could be more inside,” Sayett said.
The
colonel nodded. “Follow me.”
But
Sayett was already on the move and the first one in, kicking the glass door and
pointing his pistol at the crowd inside. Ryft and Woker walked in right behind
him with their rifles aimed. Vyptor and policemen walked in next. Many in the
crowd screamed.
“SPASI!”
yelled Sayett to quiet down the crowd.
“WARRIOR
CLASS!” yelled Ryft and Woker from behind.
Sayett
almost laughed but kept a straight face. He then saw two dead bodies on the
floor; one of them looked Ranxian and had a Ranx rifle clutched in his hand;
the other one was a Starfirian and there was a shotgun next to him.
“What
happened here?” Sayett asked.
One
man came forward from the crowd; he was the most formally dressed man around
and introduced himself. “I own this bank,” he said and pointed to the
dead Starfirian on the ground. “Brave man. He was our guard. As soon as the
bank robbers came in the door, he fired and dropped the first one dead, then
they got him.”
“Are
there any more inside?” Sayett asked.
“Yes.”
The owner pointed to an open door to their left. “Seven of them went down that
hallway to our bank vault.”
“Seven!”
Colonel Vyptor exclaimed and quickly rushed to the door. Ryft and Woker
followed and positioned themselves on either side of the door.
“Get
all the people out except the owner,” Sayett said to the two policemen and then
walked over to Colonel Vyptor and looked down the hallway.
Stairs
led down and into a room, but they could not see much from where they were.
Meanwhile, the crowd of people was quickly rushed out the main door by the
policemen.
“Any
other way out from down there?”
firing and were reloading their rifles. Sayett had three more bullets in his
magazine, but he took it out and put it in his pant pocket and quickly plugged
in his ten-round backup magazine from his inner coat pocket.
A
few seconds after the firing had stopped; the bank robber slowly raised his
head to see what was happening. Sayett signaled to Colonel Vyptor with his left
hand and the colonel turned around and opened fire. The bank robber quickly
ducked down again as bullets hit the wall in front of him and the bank wall
behind him. Sayett figured he had eight to ten seconds before the colonel was
‘out’ and he ran across the street with his pistol in his right hand and
reached the first step and kneeled down to take cover next to the adjacent
wall.
He
signaled to Ryft and Woker to hold their fire. Meanwhile, the colonel had fired
the last of his twelve bullets, dropped the ATR and taken out his pistol.
Sayett quietly walked up the stairs. Policemen had loaded their rifles and were
in no danger of hitting Sayett, so they started shooting, while the colonel and
his soldiers held their fire to avoid hitting him.
Sayett
waited just near the top of the steps. Then a few seconds later he heard the
bank robber fire his rifle; that was the moment he had been waiting for. Sayett
quickly crouched onto the first floor, turned his pistol towards the robber,
and fired four shots into the man’s chest and stomach. He fell back on the
floor. Sayett yelled for policemen to stop firing and he walked to the robber’s
rifle and kicked it away.
He
suddenly realized that there could be more robbers hidden in the bank and aimed
his pistol at the bank door. Ryft and Woker had rushed up the steps.
“Pick
up those Ranx rifles,” he said to them. “They are automatic.”
Ryft
and Woker grabbed the robbers’ rifles, took out the half empty magazines and
attached new ones from the robbers’ belts. Colonel Vyptor and policemen had
rushed up the stairs as well.
“There
could be more inside,” Sayett said.
The
colonel nodded. “Follow me.”
But
Sayett was already on the move and the first one in, kicking the glass door and
pointing his pistol at the crowd inside. Ryft and Woker walked in right behind
him with their rifles aimed. Vyptor and policemen walked in next. Many in the
crowd screamed.
“SPASI!”
yelled Sayett to quiet down the crowd.
“WARRIOR
CLASS!” yelled Ryft and Woker from behind.
Sayett
almost laughed but kept a straight face. He then saw two dead bodies on the
floor; one of them looked Ranxian and had a Ranx rifle clutched in his hand;
the other one was a Starfirian and there was a shotgun next to him.
“What
happened here?” Sayett asked.
One
man came forward from the crowd; he was the most formally dressed man around
and introduced himself. “I own this bank,” he said and pointed to the
dead Starfirian on the ground. “Brave man. He was our guard. As soon as the
bank robbers came in the door, he fired and dropped the first one dead, then
they got him.”
“Are
there any more inside?” Sayett asked.
“Yes.”
The owner pointed to an open door to their left. “Seven of them went down that
hallway to our bank vault.”
“Seven!”
Colonel Vyptor exclaimed and quickly rushed to the door. Ryft and Woker
followed and positioned themselves on either side of the door.
“Get
all the people out except the owner,” Sayett said to the two policemen and then
walked over to Colonel Vyptor and looked down the hallway.
Stairs
led down and into a room, but they could not see much from where they were.
Meanwhile, the crowd of people was quickly rushed out the main door by the
policemen.
“Any
other way out from down there?”
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