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[color=crimson][b][h3]Φ PAYBACK Φ[/h3]Break Room, Claremont SDN[/b][/color][/center]
[quote][color=skyblue]"Eclipse, Payback, I've got a jewel store robbery. Civies at risk. Pin sent, need you there, now."[/color]

[color=gray]"Understood."[/color][/quote]
Eclipse seemed to book it to the place - jewelry store robbery must have made him eager to get to it. Fucking hell, he was [i]really[/i] booking it. [i]Why was he going so fast[/i], just a dead sprint with it all, and Myla was clambering behind to keep up. Her bag was slung over the shoulder, and really it wasn’t the best weight to have there as you tried to run, but in any case she was breathing [i]hard[/i] trying to keep up. Big, mouth-breaths with nose exhales, that was the type of running she was out with, and there was an immediate sense that gee, she really didn’t do cardio nearly as much as she should. Goddamn, Eclipse was running for it, and for a second while running, Myla was considering telling the guy to [i]slow the heck down[/i]. She really would’ve, if she hadn’t been busy breathing so hard.

Then they came to a stop - [i]finally[/i]. Myla leaned against a building wall, one arm up with her full weight against it, as the dispatcher started talking again. Oh god, the earbud was trying to fall out…fix that, there it was, and his voice was coming in crackly. She looked up from the ground, and the movement made her head absolutely hurt. A [i]bunch[/i] of people in the store, a whole lot of pink, with a few assault rifles and nonsense. Oh, good. What the fuck was wrong with the people in this town, jesus, did no-one ever hear of a [i]quiet[/i] heist? God. She breathed out again, eyes watching, waiting for a sec while catching her breath.

[quote][color=skyblue]"Okay team, let's be careful. You'll need to stop them but let's not turn a robbery into a significant insurance claim. Civilians first, then all gang members, then the jewels. Ideally all of them. Definitely the former."[/color][/quote]
Then they threw glitter into the doorway, sparkled a bit before an explosion. Cute. It was a big enough flash, loud enough, and she breathed deep again as Eclipse spoke. It sounded underwater, almost, a weird effect all things considered.

[quote][color=gray]"I'll handle the thugs, you handle the rest."[/color][/quote]
[i]The rest?[/i] The fuck was [i]the rest[/i]? The lead act? Fuck, he was already moving. Goddammit. She looked around, saw some people in one corner who were on the ground. Yeah, hostages - they’d need to get out, and get out fast. Fuck. She got off from the wall, started after the guy. He went right in through the front door, went out among the thugs for a quick beat-down.

One of the guys started to reach down for a hostage, rifle pointed in her general direction as he braced it into the crook of his arm. Ah, yeah, that’d not be great. Bullets flying everywhere as someone was moving for a hostage? Absolutely not a great time, but of course Myla wasn’t thinking on that. No, she was instead thinking a very simple thing. [i]Oh, fuck[/i]. A hand came up, pulsing out enough magnetism that the TV in the corner turned to static and the rifle - and all the watches on a table - got pushed back [i]hard[/i]. The watches clattered against their still-intact glass case though, while the rifle pivoted to point at the floor as she closed that distance. He still didn’t really have a good handle on the hostage, too, which was [i]great[/i] because it was a really, really bad position. A kick up into the head? Yeah, that goon slumped hard as he fell back, back among all the other hostages on the ground.

She looked around as they were all keeping down. What the hell? [color=crimson]”Get [i]up[/i]! Come on, get out of here!”[/color] Some of them were staring at something, still down on the ground. A half turn and Myla could see exactly what they were staring at. Yeah, Eclipse didn’t look too much like a hero, not while whaling on the head-bitch. Yeah. She turned back to the hostages, though, calling out, [color=crimson]”Get up! The floor isn’t going to fucking save you! Use your legs!”[/color] For extra motivation, she reached down for the hostage that had been getting reached for before, some thirty-something balding heap of nerves. 

Getting him onto his feet, she pointed for the door. It was a pretty direct way, honestly, considering the path Eclipse had carved through. Everyone seemed really, really concentrated on him and keeping away from him, as well as failing at that last point. The heap of nerves did pretty well for that, though, started hauling for the door before Myla could even say. [color=crimson]”Follow him! Get to…”[/color] Fuck, where were they? Fucking…what was it? Shit, Myla hadn’t even been paying attention to the street they were on, she’d just been following Eclipse. ‘Pins’. Goddang it. [color=crimson]”...Get to the next street over!”[/color] Yeah, that was probably enough info. Maybe. Other hostages started going after him, though, and kind of failing considering how fast that heap of nerves had been moving. What a guy, really.

Her head whipped about for a sec, seeing if there were any other thugs that needed to be dealt with while all the darn hostages ran for it. No, they were all dealing with Eclipse, good good. Now, what was the other thing? The jewels? Fuck, they had to have been moving them to a getaway car, that’d always been the case, and she had no doubts that it was something like ‘around back’ in an alley or something. Yeah. One of the back doors was open, to the offices and all that, and she ran for that.

Left was a bathroom, employees only, right was a corridor…break room, yeah yeah, and then a records office, with an open door to the alley. Yeah. She could hear their voices over all the fighting, too

“C’mon man, we should get in there and help her!”

“No fucking way, man - she’d want us to guard the haul. Besides, you go first.”

“Naw naw naw, you’re the guy in charge. You go first.”

“Naw naw naw, it’s [i]your[/i] idea.”

God bless goons, Myla guessed. She sat the bag down - probably not a great tool, really, and turned the corner to come face to face with that pair of goons, neither in the old, “Acme Plumbing” van since they had probably been helping to load the jewels in. They were also not armed with rifles, like the ones inside; neither probably wanted to deal with that while moving stuff. Oh, good. Good. Both looked at her like it was some kinda sick prank by the universe.

“Oh, you’re [i]kidding[/i] me,” one moaned, “[i]You[/i]? Of all people, [i]you[/i]? Fuck, man. Shit ain’t fair.”

“What, you know her?”

“Yeah, my cell-mate had a crush. A thief from-”

Oh, hell no. She didn’t run all that way just to hear about some stupid nonsense from her days in a [i]cell[/i], and that sort of flash of anger gave her more than a bit of energy. Myla threw a sucker punch right into the guy’s belly, knocked the wind right out of him before throwing him into the open van door. The other goon threw his hands up, immediately went, “Look, man, we thought we were just moving some stuff for the company. Yeah, uh. Yeah. Don’t hurt me.”

[color=crimson]”Just get on the ground, then. Face-down, hands splayed out.”[/color] Myla did the same with the crumpled guy, getting em down and making sure everything was good there.

Yeah, just handle the rest. Friggin Eclipse.