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If by streets, he meant, bank floor, he'd be entirely correct. The doors were still shut, remember?

Anyway, LeJaune rolled his eyes and began scooping the gold back into the sack, when he then dumped both sacks onto the tellers desk and smiled.

And hurrah for the system. Where she pulled out, she would be met head on with two squad cars, three more pulling up behind her car. Three officers were plenty sufficient to take the woman, and her Town Car, although big, was not strong enough to plow through two Squads. Before long, she was on the ground and being cuffed.

Their evidence she was involved? The big. a**. Shotgun next to her in the car.

As for the three men and two women in the other three cars, they would rush the bank and surround the two men struggling on the ground. It wasn't hard to see who was who.

Now, before going too far with things, the police held the three (Not LeJaune, because he had returned to the teller desk) and proceeded to question them on the events that transpired here. People would ask around, find out the deal, and one by one they discovered every little event. Two cops took Richard, three on Roland, and three for Lucy.

"Alright. And what happened here?" The cops would ask bluntly at about the same time to each of the three parties.

Naturally, more cops would arrive, and eventually they would get a full investigation completed. But for now, the three are left to answer.

"I walked in here and this crazy ******** over here starts waving a gun around. I ducked down over there before sorta sneaking around hoping to get a jump on the guy. Next thing I know, he stuffs the gun in his jeans and tries to tail it so I run at him. Some little guy was around here somewhere trying to block him and that was when I got the chance to jump him and wrestle him to the ground. Everyone was kinda still I think. I heard shrieks and stuff, but I didn't catch anything aside from him." Roland stated everything in a short time, pointing to this location or that desk from time to time when appropriate.

Cast in a shroud of shadows that hid almost all concept of defintion for the shape of something seemingly massive that still wasn't that large was something of unknown origin. It just gave the empression from its general outline in the gloom.

A gloom which was slow lit up as a series of seven pale blue lens flickered into life. They were arranged in a V on a white oval plate. With this new found source of illumination one would think it be more decernable to the features of this form; but it was not so for draped across its shoulders was a massive tabard that obscured its arms and legs.

There was a soft sound, a whirl of motion, an engine of somesort of such quietness that is gave a gentle kitten's purr of power. With a slow and purposeful set of motions the object rose from a sitting to a crouch position by the wall.

Somewhere in that form was an intellect; an intellect that was master of a few abilities that could be considered ocultish and esoteric. Perhaps they were, none had ever bothered to concern themselves with the origins of this creatures abilities. Only its results.

Results that it would soon prove.

A mechanical hand with five opposable digits spread itself wide over the walled surface near it. The hand pulled away and the fingers coiled into a fist. It moved back slowly and then there was the sudden motion of a piston jutting from the elbow of an arm.

Just as quickly as gasses had been used to push back the mass so were they voided. A vacuum of preasure pulled on the dual weight impact hammer. The first one, the smaller of the two, struck only a portion of a second before the other; softening the target for the destructive blow of the other.

It struck, and the wall gave way. Caving in and sending the remains of brick and mortar flying into the room.

Just as quickly the form moved inside; it had a purpose. To destroy, to destroy the history of itself.

The form ignored the words, even the man that spoke them. He was not its target, he was of no concern. Inside the room it shifted its focus towards the objects allong the walls, book cases and so forth. Lens zoomed and and shifted, taking into account the environment.

Hydralics pumped as it moved foward. Then with a resounding thud that hung on the air for just a moment before replaced by a very physical wave of air kicked up dust and soot.

With such a powerful downward force it would be reasonable to think it had moved upwards; but it hadn't. No, it had destroyed the floor and had sunk down into a pit of crushed foundation.

Destruction was its objective.

Dust from age and sand from the crushed stone foundation hung in the air as a low flying cloud. It was almost as though fog had set in. The oval face plate shifted and for once regarded Kalis. A likely casualty of the ensueing violence, but nothing the machine concerned itself with.

With the destruction of the floor it had only dropped a few feet.

Now it was time spread the destruction. With a burst of speed that was quicker then the eye could fully track it moved. The cloud of dust dissipating in its wake as it left a trail of colour from its len's. Its entire body a blurr of motion.

It threw its mass around, seemingly heavier then what it should be at times while at others light as a feather. The ultimate goal of it being the destruction of the building and the infomation there in.

It had expected this, sight wasn't its only means of detection. Nor was the noise it produced enough to cloud its perception. When the fist came in something happened; it dropped lower and leaned its upper body back.

Throwing its mass behind it its arms pressed against the crumbling wall as Kalis tried to sweep it off its ballance. The leg went foward as Kalis intended; but the other leg was bent as was natural for it and it spread itself out to its full extent.

The motion sent it into an arc that ended with it somehow crouched at a point along the wall close to the ceiling. Revealed in common sight its backward jointed legs were bent and ready to spring out.

And it did. Throwing itself towards Kalis it curled its upper body up and swung and outstretched leg in a destructive downward arc.

The foot landed on the floor and shattered it. Leaving a deep gouge similar to the crater near by. Tensing up as the leg bent again as it struck the form hurled itself not at Kalis; but at the wall away from itself. If it indeed was going to destroy the building then it needed to take out its support base.

It crashed wtih enough force to tear through it and land in the alley it had started from. It wouldn't be long now; the store after all was pretty small with an even smaller clientale.

Before the distance could be closed or any blow rendered it had leapt into the air. Pulling its arm back in a punch that when it came down upon the roof sundered tile and shingled. Perhaps it could make money in the wrecking industry.

Falling through its whole in the roof it crashed into the ceiling tiles of the room the two had been in. At that moment it groped for the support structure and held fast. Mechanical strength causing very visible deformities in the metal beams.

Swinging its mass it rended it and dropped to the floor. It wasn't much longer. Just a little more damage to one other wall and the entire place would fall in on itself.