Operation: KYLE

12

"Uhmm... ma- maybe over there?" He points to the last light in the end of the row, that was close to being broken as it flickers continously. So, we just shoot the light bulb without them noticing us... wait. "Butters, is it even possible to shoot the lights without those guys noticing us? You know, because of the sound, because I highly doubt that." I cowered as I turned back around towards him to whisper. "O-oh! Uh, hold on..." He then pulls out what seems to look like a silencer out of... I don't even know where he got that from. "Did you just magically pulled that out of your ass, where the hell did you get that from?" He quirks a brow, wearing a look of deep wonderment, then proceeds to avoid my question, which was an attempt, obviously supposed to meant to be sarcastic. "I-I got it from the f-fella that was poorly lying on the floor. I figured th- that we would need it to drown out the s-sound." Uh, okay. I did not really expected that from him. He's surprisingly reliable in a time like this, sometimes. Even I didn't notice the silencer.

After a while, Butters suddenly starts to fume out of nowhere, I could literally see smoke coming out of his ears. He didn't seem angry, though. "U-uh, so-sorry, Kyle, but c-could ya m-maybe, uh, not look at me?" He stuttered out as he made an attempt to hide his face with his arms. Whoops, have I been staring at him? I didn't notice, shit. "Oh, yeah. Uh, for sure, sorry, dude." He breaks eye contact with me, and gives me a merciful nod.

"Uh... okay, great." I swallowed. "Yeah." He breathes, his voice is barely a touch of a whisper. This is awkward as shit. He rises his face up, slightly embarrassed at his vulnerable tone. "O-Oh, geez... just– here ya go...!" He lures his gaze down, the last word barely managed to get out as it almost died in his throat, then shoves the silencer nearly to my face. "Um, thanks." I forced out a smile, taking the silencer from his hand up in my face. As I turned my back completely away from him, my smile quickly forms in to a puzzled frown while mouthing a 'what'. I gazed down upon the gun in my hand, and attached the silencer in the muzzle. Is... Is this how you put it on? Does it like, suppress the sound now? I decided to try it out by shooting the flickering lights we have decided to shoot. I leaned forward against the wall, and positioned myself, aiming for the light. "Embrace yourself." I murmur, particularly to no one, but Butters. "Oh, geez!" He whimpers as he covered his ears just in case the silencer fails. I pull the trigger. Bang, I mimicked the sound in my head. But of course, it didn't accurately make the sound, it sounded more like a 'swoosh', or a 'pew'. Not to my surprise, I aimed correctly, and the bullet lands cleanly, right in the bulb. I would've taken a clean shot, if it weren't for the glass shattering everywhere, and making a huge pile of a mess.

"W-what the heck?!" One of the men exclaimed in panic. The hostages began to panic as well, thinking it was their doings. Except for Kenny, David, and the man in the eye patch. They're skeptical, unlike the other people. "Found the source of that bullet. And bring them to me. Now!" He demanded to the remaining men. "Yes, sir!" The three obeyed, running to the opposite side of us, the vault. Oh, wow, that plan of Butters' actually worked. Since the vault is more closer to the lights, they'll go towards there instead of the bathroom. The man in the eye patch finally turns his back, eventually gazing down towards the hostages. "Son of a bitch, what the hell is this now? Can ya believe this?" ... Is he talking to himself, or the hostages? I can't tell, since I can't see his eyes from the back of his head. Wait. "Pst. Butters. Now's our chance." I hear a bit of rustling behind me. "W-wha?" "You know, the plan where we hold the dude gun point? Did you forget?" He blinks, then beams up his face. "O-oh! Right!" He readies his gun. "Oh, and stay behind me for look out." "Righto." He affirms me with a nod. I reply back with a nod, too, and began to duck walk to the guy. David began to take notice, but stays quiet, since Kenny can't stay quiet for shit whenever he's saved from being at the edge of death.

"Godammit, why does this shit always happen to me? I just want some motherfucking money. Is that too hard to ask for?" I began to ready my gun again. I cocked the gun, and aimed it towards his head while the daylight was dimming my line of vision. "Hey, fucker." He made a reaction by flinching, then slowly turns his head. I was ready to pull the trigger. "On your knees."

(A/N: sorry if this is shitty y'all, I don't really know how to write action scenes, or how guns work. Also the drawing didn't come out as how I wanted it to be.)