Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2012 19:29:28 GMT -5
Croc growled at the dozen smaller men that followed behind him, three carrying a rather large barrel, others carrying guns and gasoline, along with a few other possibly needed items. Croc wasn't exactly the type for companionship and alliances, but today was the exception. Besides, most of the men would likely become his breakfast. He had chosen such a dark night because giant man-beasts such as himself weren't very welcome out in the sunlight walking amidst normal citizens. If the chances of getting caught were not sky high, Croc would surely have selected the daylight hours to rob the bank. Unfortunetly, the possibility of being seen would have been to great. He would have been caught before he had even reached the bank, atleast now he only had to worry about the alarms.
Croc swung around his broad head to face the leading thug, who surprisingly, didn't flinch. "We're leaving. Keep close." Croc growled. The man nodded and gestured the other thugs closer as Croc left the shadows of the alley and headed out onto the thick, black road, which was beginning to cool from the warm day. Croc looked left and right, there were no cars, and no onlookers. For now, they were alone. He moved across the street with relative silence, however the thugs behind him seemed intent to drag their feet across the pavement the entire time, making Croc gnash his teeth in anger. He managed to refrain from whipping around and slaughtering them all. They were needed. For now. However later, Croc couldn't guarentee their safety.
They had made it across the street without being seen, and now headed out onto the desolate parking lot, moving more swiftly now. The bank was only a few yards away. The thugs were still making their racket, so Croc gave up trying to be secretive and punched right through the large bank window. Immediately, alarms began to blare and the thugs panicked. "Shut it you fools! You have a job to do!" Croc roared over the alarms, beckoning them through the shattered window, which had been heavily reinforced. Not that that was a problem for the mighty Killer Croc. "Open that vault!" Croc snarled.
The thugs moved through the large building toward the vault and Croc stepped forward, snatching the large barrel and tearing the top off if it. The thugs were taking to long for his taste. He would do it himself. He poorer the dark green, acidic content s over the large metal seal that held the vault shut tight, and watched as the goo ate away at the thick steel with relative ease. "Light this damn place up." He growled, pointing to the six with gasoline. They immediately moved into action, motivated by Croc's monsterous voice. "The rest of you, get your bags ready." He growled, tearing away at what was left at the steel until the small thugs could fit into the vault with ease, and Croc could just manage to squeeze through.
The thugs began stuffing their large bags with money as Croc watched with a scowl, careful to catch anyone who dared try and cheat him out by trying to fill their own pockets. By the time the police sirens could he heard chorusing with the bank alarms, Croc was ready to go. They exited the vault with their loot and Croc boldly laughed triumph as the bank around them went up in flames. Hurriedly, they rushed toward the shattered window with their prizefighter and clambered out, springing across the street and ducking into the alley just as a dozen or so cop cars screeched to a halt and the vivid orange flames devoured the first floor, reaching hungrilly up to the second. "Lets move." Croc snickered, moving deeper into the alley and escaping out the other side. "Watch for vigilantes."
Croc swung around his broad head to face the leading thug, who surprisingly, didn't flinch. "We're leaving. Keep close." Croc growled. The man nodded and gestured the other thugs closer as Croc left the shadows of the alley and headed out onto the thick, black road, which was beginning to cool from the warm day. Croc looked left and right, there were no cars, and no onlookers. For now, they were alone. He moved across the street with relative silence, however the thugs behind him seemed intent to drag their feet across the pavement the entire time, making Croc gnash his teeth in anger. He managed to refrain from whipping around and slaughtering them all. They were needed. For now. However later, Croc couldn't guarentee their safety.
They had made it across the street without being seen, and now headed out onto the desolate parking lot, moving more swiftly now. The bank was only a few yards away. The thugs were still making their racket, so Croc gave up trying to be secretive and punched right through the large bank window. Immediately, alarms began to blare and the thugs panicked. "Shut it you fools! You have a job to do!" Croc roared over the alarms, beckoning them through the shattered window, which had been heavily reinforced. Not that that was a problem for the mighty Killer Croc. "Open that vault!" Croc snarled.
The thugs moved through the large building toward the vault and Croc stepped forward, snatching the large barrel and tearing the top off if it. The thugs were taking to long for his taste. He would do it himself. He poorer the dark green, acidic content s over the large metal seal that held the vault shut tight, and watched as the goo ate away at the thick steel with relative ease. "Light this damn place up." He growled, pointing to the six with gasoline. They immediately moved into action, motivated by Croc's monsterous voice. "The rest of you, get your bags ready." He growled, tearing away at what was left at the steel until the small thugs could fit into the vault with ease, and Croc could just manage to squeeze through.
The thugs began stuffing their large bags with money as Croc watched with a scowl, careful to catch anyone who dared try and cheat him out by trying to fill their own pockets. By the time the police sirens could he heard chorusing with the bank alarms, Croc was ready to go. They exited the vault with their loot and Croc boldly laughed triumph as the bank around them went up in flames. Hurriedly, they rushed toward the shattered window with their prizefighter and clambered out, springing across the street and ducking into the alley just as a dozen or so cop cars screeched to a halt and the vivid orange flames devoured the first floor, reaching hungrilly up to the second. "Lets move." Croc snickered, moving deeper into the alley and escaping out the other side. "Watch for vigilantes."