A distant cry of I'm the one that you want! filters up to Vash on that rooftop, and he closes his eyes with a sigh. They sure are the same person, aren't they? Both so eager to sacrifice for others. Knives had pointed that out, in his typically blunt, cold way, and while Vash still thinks that he'd been in the right there, he can't help but see things from his brother's perspective right now. He knows that Val couldn't have let him take the blame, any more than he could walk away right now leaving Val in custody... but he can allow himself a moment of wishing that weren't the case.
Okay. They've got Val restrained, and both buildings are surrounded at street level. New plan: grab Val and go up. Get them both up on the rooftops and then run like hell. It would be easier to wait until they hauled Val out into the street, but he's got no reason to expect that they'll move the one before securing the other. So... he takes out the front of the restaurant? Val's friend will be furious, he's sure, but if it ensures that her waiter – and, he's pretty sure, her friend – is safe, then isn't it worth it?
What about just the door? One of his black hole bullets would make short work of the structure, and if he times it right, there won't be any risk of anyone being caught up in the resulting gravity well. If he launches himself down right behind the bullet, and times everything just right, he can remove the door, land in the open doorway, take out whatever guards are in the restaurant, grab Val, and then they're free!
What could possibly go wrong?
A moment's concentration, and a faint blue glow solidifies into the shape of a .22, and he cracks open his revolver to load it in. Before he can turn back to the street and put the rest of his plan into action, though, there's a series of dull thuds from the ground below, and then the shriek of artillery. Vash barely has time to cover his face and fling himself off the rooftop before the incoming shells explode, disintegrating the top of the building and showering plaster dust over the street below. He lands wrong, tries to turn it into a roll, but only ends up flat on his back with a half a dozen feds standing over him, their weapons drawn.
Slowly, he raises his hands, but he can't help the angry tone of voice as he calls them out.
“How could you!? There were people in that building!”
Then you should have surrendered when you were told to! responds one of the officers with equal anger, and Vash doesn't even see the butt of the rifle coming down until it's too late. There's a burst of pain, and everything goes dark.
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Okay. They've got Val restrained, and both buildings are surrounded at street level. New plan: grab Val and go up. Get them both up on the rooftops and then run like hell. It would be easier to wait until they hauled Val out into the street, but he's got no reason to expect that they'll move the one before securing the other. So... he takes out the front of the restaurant? Val's friend will be furious, he's sure, but if it ensures that her waiter – and, he's pretty sure, her friend – is safe, then isn't it worth it?
What about just the door? One of his black hole bullets would make short work of the structure, and if he times it right, there won't be any risk of anyone being caught up in the resulting gravity well. If he launches himself down right behind the bullet, and times everything just right, he can remove the door, land in the open doorway, take out whatever guards are in the restaurant, grab Val, and then they're free!
What could possibly go wrong?
A moment's concentration, and a faint blue glow solidifies into the shape of a .22, and he cracks open his revolver to load it in. Before he can turn back to the street and put the rest of his plan into action, though, there's a series of dull thuds from the ground below, and then the shriek of artillery. Vash barely has time to cover his face and fling himself off the rooftop before the incoming shells explode, disintegrating the top of the building and showering plaster dust over the street below. He lands wrong, tries to turn it into a roll, but only ends up flat on his back with a half a dozen feds standing over him, their weapons drawn.
Slowly, he raises his hands, but he can't help the angry tone of voice as he calls them out.
“How could you!? There were people in that building!”
Then you should have surrendered when you were told to! responds one of the officers with equal anger, and Vash doesn't even see the butt of the rifle coming down until it's too late. There's a burst of pain, and everything goes dark.