Hun Liuxing checked the bodies for the seal, and found none. "Well, any of you have the seal?" Her accountant raised a small piece of metalwork. It was the seal. "Woah, what a surprise. So you, of all the people?" Clear disappointment and disgust showed throughout the crowd. Hun loved when this happens. "Here. Do what you want." She handed the woman a CV, and she handed it right back. "Hun smiled. “See, you are one of the good followers of Lolita. Me, I am the crusader spoken of in the texts. No one can stop me, and I will spread the true word of Lolita throughout the world." She heard a helicopter approach. It slowed the RPM of the blades and softly landed on the roof. "Time to go. You come with me." She gestured to a male visitor of the bank, in a formal business suit. Hun did this after deciding she would leave the woman. The goal was to get in the helicopter, keep the civilian alive, and ride to the nearest airport to hijack a plane. No hitches, probably. As they walked up the stairs, Hun scanned the surroundings. Wait a minute, oh flip… Hun rolled and whipped the civilian in the direction of the window. A .50 shattered the glass, went right through the civilian, and socked Hun right in the lower chest. The glass the bullet had went through was supposed to be "bulletproof" had merely slowed it. What a joke. It was too fat to pierce her armor at this speed, luckily. It didn't change the force exerted on her chest though. A couple of her ribs were cracked, and one was broken. It hurt, a lot. Sitting behind a thick wall she had taken cover behind, Hun wondered why this glass was different from the front. Oh, because this is the bank owner's room. She also thought it was funny she didn't predict this would happen. It made sense as it was on the top floor, and Hun needed a less dead hostage. Feeling pain with every breath, she searched the room. "Whadya know, you wanna take a ride?" She found the owner cowering behind his expensive mahogany desk. The rich but weak man threw a fist at her. It knocked a beautiful glass sculpture over on a shelf nearby, but clearly missed Hun. Laughing, Hun spoke. "You're gonna have more than a bald spot after this." She swung her durable and more experienced fist at him. The metal in the knuckles of her gloves did a real number on his face. The trash fell to the ground, pouring blood from his now disfigured nose. Hun grabbed a hold of his arm and dragged him with ease out of the door, almost like a shield in front of her. The small man, barely young enough to be considered middle aged worked as a wonderful shield. He was fat and short, plus important. Holding him towards the window, Hun inched her way up the staircase. Taking small steps up the stairs, she became impatient, and incredibly tempted to just kill her hostage and run. That would result in her death though. They could simply blow her out of the sky then. Finally, at last, Hun had reached the roof. The small rich man woke up, he put his hands on his nose, and yelled for help. This part was what Hun had saved her energy for. She sprinted as fast as she possibly could towards the helicopter, which had autopiloted itself here. It was 2049 after all. She threw the ugly fat man into the back of the helicopter, and launched herself into the pilots seat. She didn't give the man any earmuffs for the deafening sound of the helicopter. Before starting the helicopter, Hun ducked under the dashboard and ripped a panel off. Throwing it out the open door, she cut all the wires involving wireless connection, so they couldn't autopilot the aircraft wherever they wanted. Hun slammed the door and turned autopilot on, and set it's destination to be a certain state in the UCLA.

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