“HOLY COW PIE ON A SUNDAY TRAM, IT'S A FULL BLOWN WAR IN HERE,” A masked fox screamed out as he quickly dove through a train car's door way to the next and rolled behind a seat as a volly of shots were fired from both behind him and just ahead of him. There were two other groups of bandits on the train, and began much larger than the two lone thieves, yet they had rapidly began to dwindle in numbers.
“Just stick to the plan! Kill the competition, find the box, load em, split up, and get paid! Now stop whining,” A feline yelled out as he rolled across the isle and ended his spin behind a seat just across from “Omega”. The civilians who were to frightened to jump off the train ran around in pure panic, some dropping to the floor dead in the cross fires, while others simply froze in place.
“Oh my g-GET DOWN NOW! ALL OF YOU DOWN,” screamed the masked fox known as Omega to the other patrons. Some had dropped down imediately to the floor, giving the fox a clear shot to several other bandits. He leaned out from behind the cover with his two colts drawn out and produced a few shots, dropping multiple bandits, but now forced to withdraw back into his cover after a close call from a rifle. “Grah! Alpha get rid of that guy.”
“From right here? I'm using a rifle remember! I can't lean that thing out from around cover! Switch with me on three.”
They both began to count down in sync before quickly switching places, one jumping up high, and the other diving down low to trade places. From his new vantage point, the feline took out two more, clearing out the front of the train. With that done, the fox quickly opened the door once more, and broke off the rear carts, ending the rest of their troubles.
“Wow...” the fox panted as he slowly sat down on the seat, and looked to the rest of the frightened civilians who slowly rose up. “DOWN NOW,” he barked out, pointing to them, and like frightened children... they quickly obeyed.
Alpha slowly went up to the front of the train, searching through some of the storage carts. He rifled through it alone for a while until he heard a click behind himself. He quickly turned about with his gun raised high, only to find out that Olaris had disconnected the tram behind them. With a nod, the feline went back to work.
Eventually they found what they were looking for. A tightly sealed wooden box with a heavy amount of weight behind it.
“Found it!” Alpha cheered as he quickly slipped the box into his bag. “Alright, split up, I will deliver the goods, and send you your pay....” the cat looked behind himself only to watch in confusion to see that the fox had already jumped off the train. “...well you already knew the plan then.”
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After jumping from aboard the train, the wind howled around Olaris until he crashed feet first on the ground, soon followed by his entire body crumpling together into a ball to reduce any possible damage as he rolled and tumbled across the dust into the middle of no where. All while this was happening, the fox released a flurry of swears and grunts of pain as he just continued to bounce further out until he came to an abrupt halt, sliding across his stomach. He had laid there for only a moment, before slowly rising to his feet in a hunched over position, mostly in pain.
He looked on to the train as it left, before setting his eyes to a nearby town, and slowly hobbled to it. He took his mask off his face and dropped it to his shadow where it seemed to have just sunk below the dust and into nothing. His white fur was covered in a mixture of blood and grime, his clothing tattered and ripped from the previous fight and his “graceful” landing, and even soaked in sweat. Eventually after what felt like ages, the fox reached the town, and slowly staggered through the street for the nearest doctor.
