Pacific Point- Bed, Bath, and Beyond
Mentions: @Dedonus(Kyra Muller)
“The FUCK was that? Did anyone else see a light? Because I just saw a light.” Several aisles down from where the many-tailed Kyra hid a balaclava wrapped head stuck out from behind a large shelf. The man’s eyes narrowed, his fingers curling around the body of his AN94 as glanced behind him.
There, in the main bedroom display section, eight men sliced open mattresses and pulled the soft memory foam guts out onto the floor. They were dressed down in dark suits with balaclavas on their faces and military gear strapped to their backs. The octad of criminals moved quickly. Pulling shrink wrapped stacks of bills and thick translucent bags of fine red crystalline powder out of the mattresses and stuffing them into awaiting duffel bags.
“
Hermit.” A name, likely a code name, was uttered by the tall french accented man in charge. “We are in a Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Lights are the only thing here besides mattresses and sink fixtures. If you need new bulbs for your perfumed little toiletry room, you can grab them on the way out.”
“Yeah, but
Devil this didn’t look like a normal light. Should I check it out?” Hermit thumbed the safety on his rifle and Devil frowned, resting a hand on his own revolver as the others continued to work. Only interrupted by the faint shifting of the tied up employees on the floor behind him.
“Not alone, no. If you really did see something I want you to pair up with someone else. Don’t separate from one another and keep away from the front windows. The law doesn’t seem aware of our presence, but any ruckus will likely bring them down on us in short order.”
Devil glanced down the central aisle towards the storefront at the mention of the police. His eyes looking through the large pane windows and out into the near pitch black parking lot for any signs of movement.
His focus was broken as the floor shook and a shadow cast over him.
“I’ll go with him. We don’t know if it’s one of those costumed super-freaks. They always seem to show up when they’re not invited.”
Devil turned his head to the hulking man behind him. 6 feet, 11 inches tall and holding what was essentially a cut down aircraft weapon. A customized XM556 Microgun. Six barrels, rotating assembly, and belt fed from a large drum strapped to his back.
“Alright,
Tower. Go with Hermit and make sure it’s clear. But keep things
quiet. I don’t care if you bought that toy along you’re not to use it unless it's necessary. Is that understood? We still have another mattress to pack and we’re not leaving without every ounce of drugs and cash in this place.”
“Who the fuck uses a Bed Bath and Beyond to hide drugs and money?” One of the members muttered as they moved from mattress to mattress, stuffing their duffel bag to the point of bursting.
“Have you ever been into one of these places until now?” Another asked.
“No…”
“
Exactl. If you want to stash something then put it in the dullest, most mind numbing place imaginable. Like a bed bath and beyond, or any theater showing a Michael Bay movie.”
"Hey Micheal Bay isn't-"
“Less talk more drugs!” Devil snapped, drawing and cocking the hammer of his S&W 500 for added emphasis.
As the rest of the Tarot Card crew got back to work Tower flipped the safety off on his glorified cannon and cradled it into his arms.
“And you said bringing along this revolving cannon was a
bad idea.”
“You’re right, it’s not a bad idea it’s an
insipid idea. Machine-guns exist for a reason. Firepower like that is completely impractical.” Devil glared at Tower, briefly wishing he hadn't stopped smoking if only to enjoy blowing smoke in the giant's face.
“Fuck practicality! No one in this world did anything remotely meaningful or interesting by being practical and realistic! We live in a world where people can fly and can just start sprouting animal parts. Maybe it’s time you wake up to just what ‘reality’ means?”
Devil grit his teeth as Tower flashed a grin, stomping forward with Hermit shakily following close behind. The two slowly began to move towards row of mattresses where Kyra’s hiding spot sat. Hermit shook, grasping his rifle like a safety blanket as Tower held his Microgun with both hands, glancing around with eagers eyes hungry for an excuse to fire.
“Hey are those tails?” The two neared her position when-
“Stop right there criminal scum! You’ve violated the law.” A voice cried out and the two criminals turned, aiming their guns at the figure who had jumped out seemingly from nowhere.
Gum had crept carefully through the smashed front windows of the store and made his way to the front desk. As soon as he saw the two walking around he couldn't resist and leapt onto the front desk, hands on his hips and head held high. He opened his mouth and shouted a warning thinking the robbers were armed with pistols.
As soon as his eyes saw the large, multi-barreled gun pointed right at him the confident smile beneath his bandit-mask dropped away. His maroon eyes going wide with disbelief.
“Oh shit! Is that a gatling gu-” VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN 
As soon as the Tower's thumb depressed the rear trigger the front desk was
gone.
The barrels of the Microgun spun, becoming a blur as fire spewed from it's breaches. 5.56mm rounds were sent spawling forward in a deafening roar. Wood splintering and tiles shattering beneath the impact of the bullets were nearly ground out by the sound of the gun firing as it shook in Tower's grip like an untamed beast.
Pulling his thumb off the trigger the noise stopped. The barrel wound down, heat rising off it after just a measly 3 second burst.
Tower grinned, nearly on the verge of delightful laughter as Hermit stood shaking beside him. His ear's pounding from the sound of the gun going off.
The two looked forward, watching as the haze of dust and wood shaft blew away to reveal the broken remnants of the desk and a few scraps of black cloth from Gum's outfit.
“What the fuck are you two doing!?” Devil screamed, absolutely livid as he stepped into the center aisle with his revolver cocked.
"It was one of those furry freak heroes!" Tower exclaimed, gesturing his Microgun to the mutilated front desk. "He came into the store all cocky and now there's nothing left of him but-
CRASH The shattering of glass filled the air, knocking the words from Tower's mouth as a lamp globe exploded against the side of his head. Razor fragments of translucent material sliced into the skin of his face, only barely missing his eyes as the shards cleaved holes in the fabric of his balaclava.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Tower screamed, nearly dropping his gatling-gun as he clutched his face with one hand.
"Yeah! Bullseye! I'd have felt pretty bad missing a target that big!" Across the aisle from Tower and Hermit, Gum stood alive and well holding a glass lampshade identical to the one he had just thrown. He stood playfully before the criminals, but his breath was heavy and unsteady.
When the gatling gun had fired Gum had dove to the side. Moving faster then he ever realized he could. Bullets cut past him, tearing off shreds from his loose costume as he bolted behind the cover of a large store shelf. In the brief three second firing that had destroyed the desk Gum had managed to make it to cover without really being seen.
His heart pounded in his chest and his second set of ears stung sharply from the sheer noise of the gunfire. At that moment Gum wanted to run. He wasn't sure what he had expected but this seemed to be too much. Yet the realization he had more or less dodged bullets filled him with a blinding excitement that overrode his fear. Hearing one of the robbers getting ready to say they had killed him prompted the young man to slip out and attack. "I know you're all crazy criminals, but why rob a Bed, Bath, and Beyond? This place sucks! Couldn't you have robbed a gun shop, or a bank, or even a graveyard? Why couldn't you have picked a cool place to rob?" As Gum talked Tower pulled his hand away from his face, smearing the blood across his torn up balaclava like war paint.
"You little FUCK, I'll neuter you!"
"But you still didn't answer my-" VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN Tower buried his finger into the trigger of his Microgun as Hermit shouldered and fired his AN-94 in full auto. Gum's reflexes spiked and he bolted sideways as a wall of bullets rended the spot where he was standing a mere second prior. Light fixtures were blasted into a find dust as holes were punched clean through shelves all the way through the walls on that side of the building.
Gum's arms swung like pendulums as he sprinted through the bathroom section of the store.
"Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck!" The masked eat-eared boy swore as a torrent of gunfire followed him ripping apart showers, sinks, and bathroom accessories that he passed. Tower and Hermit swiveled their guns, their fingers never leaving the triggers. Despite leading their shots Gum always stayed ahead of their shots, leaving their spray of bullets trailing behind him.
Devil grit his teeth in disgust at the stupidity of his comrades. He raised his revolver, but instead of aiming at Gum he aimed at a large sink ahead of him. A tug of the trigger released a concussive bang and the sink's supportive neck exploded. The remains of the sink crashed down in front of Gum, catching his foot as he ran and flooring him.
"Ooof!" He grunted, sliding across the well polished floor before coming at a stop behind a large steel tub. Before he could even think of standing a deafening pounding split his eardrums as metal collided with metal.
Tower and Hermit continued firing at Gum, their rounds striking and deflecting off the heavy tub. Despite not having line of sight with the boy they knew where he was and as long as they fired he couldn't move, and if he did he was as good as
dead. "Nowhere left to run kitty kat! Just stick your head out and die like a good little kiddo!" Tower shouted above his gunfire, laughing as Gum covered his ears and curled up behind the rapidly degrading cover of the tub.
In the excitement of Gum's arrival however the two had totally forgotten about the tails they had seen. Tower and Hermit stood with their backs to Kyra's hiding spot...
