The entire S.C 200’s system had weak fire walls but dangerous trip wires, one bad move and it wouldn't take up to 5 seconds before you're filled with holes.

"Got it!" I yelled, clicking the last button. Both androids lowered their ballistics and returned to their posts.

"What did you do to them?" No.7 asked, with his AI face tracked glare box visor, displaying a somewhat distorted constipated look.

"Bought us a little more time," I said. “Tricked the sensors while I was at it, but I’m not sure for how long it’ll last.”

The entire crew, a bit unsure, approached the entrance with No.1 leading the way. They all verified if it was safe enough before stepping in, the door’s I.D sensors didn’t trigger, which was a good sign seeing that my trick worked. It was part protocol to carry an I.D issued by the bank with a chip embedded in it to enable safe passage. Fortunately, I found that out while I was breaking into those android’s protocol pallet. Although, the entire ease that came with hacking through their security system kind of seem odd, but i didn't bother to take it to heart.

The bank's interior was quite unexpectedly bigger than I thought, a bit deserted, but still filled with banking staffs lingering about. The receptionists all wore facemasks, beneath it a squeezed frown. It took me a while to notice the odor that lingered about, it was more horrible than I thought it would be. It all smelt like shit, the entire banking hall, explains the nose masks they all wore. I was pretty sure that those masks weren't doing anything to prevent the odor.

"Heard you have a plumbing situation?" No.1 said with a friendly grin.

"Oh, the plumbers." the receptionist replied. "You were supposed to be here 45minutes ago."

"My apologies, we had a bit off traffic on the way."

"It's ok," she replied. "If you'd come this way, please." She suggested, gesturing us to follow her down a narrow lobby across the main hall. She rambled on and on, on how they could'nt tend to customers due to the shit smell and other things I did not really bother to pay attention to. My entire attention was on the security cams and sensors. The bank did seem to be secured enough, living up to its expectations. Each door had a chip sensor and a palm print, all slightly old models. Old techs are hard to crack, too many technicalities involved. You will need to have, at least, come in contact with a registered chip or palm print in order to replicate their embedded codes and at this point, we had neither. I was smart enough to get close to the receptionist hoping that my Wrist-whiz would pick up her chip's signal, then create an exact replica of it.

We arrived before the restroom section. there was a large hovering sign, putting the restroom out of order, not that they necessarily had to, the smell was strong enough to ward anyone off. She took out her key card but then hesitates in slotting it in.

"Is anything wrong?" No.1 asked.

"Uhm, no. Sorry." The receptionist slots in the card but wouldn’t open the door. "Ok, this is where I leave you to it. Please turn on the outlet vents when you're done."

She hurriedly struts away, trying to maintain composure but at the same time fleeing from whatever horror that was at the other side of the door. No.1 pushes the door slowly, then a strong wave of ghastly odor hits in. The entire crew gagged, No.7 not being able to hold it in had to take off his hazmat visor and vomits at a corner. Our reactions weren't exaggerations, it was so bad you could actually feel it's bitter taste at the back of your throat. Liquid brown substance oozing uncontrollably out of the door.

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"There's no fucking way I'm going in there." said No.5.

"Then you'd better have a much better alternative, then" No.1 responds.

"Well, we don't necessarily have to." I replied, pointing at the CCTV cameras. "I could just loop an empty footage and trick 'em into thinking the Hall's empty."

"How long's it gonna take?" No.1 inquired.

"A minute." I replied, tapping on my Wrist wizz. It might have been less than a minute, but I succeeded in breaking in. Finding the right footage was difficult, and it as turns out that after every minute that passes, the bank's branch stores the video straight on their head data base. It'll take a bit to be able to hack that.

"We need an empty shot." I said to No.1.

"An empty what?" No.1 asked.

"We need an empty footage to loop. one without us in it."

"So, we've gotta be out of camera range then?" No.4 asked from behind me.

"Yeah." I replied back.

No.1 stood silent for a while, trying to evaluate the entire situation.

"Time's running out boys. Don't know about you guys but, I'm not ready to die, so if you'd fucking pick it up..." said No.5.

"Do you ever shut up?" No.4 responded stepping towards No.5.

"What the fuck did you say?" No.5 retaliates.

"Stop it!" No.1 commanded. "You both stupid? We can't attract unwanted attention, not now at least."

Both retreated, stepping away from each other while being cautious about the security cameras. They still glared at each other ferociously, willing to reap each other apart but still restraining their selves.

“We just have to stay out of frame for a minute. That way, they wouldn’t see what we’re up to.” I said, trying to distract the tension.

“Alright then,” No.1 said. “You and No.4 will wait here and do your thing. The rest of us will head out towards the truck. Just make sure to stay out of sight. Do all you can to look busy, just in case anyone gets suspicious.”

The others headed out while No.4 and I stayed back. We were completely clueless on what next to do. We hoped the receptionist or other working personnel won’t come snooping around. It took a while, but we were successful at last. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be, all that remained was the next phase of the plan and we were done. We were given cause for worry after 5 minutes passed and the others still weren’t back. No.4 headed out to check on them. I tapped patiently on Wrist-whizz, habitually hacking anything I could before they got back. Suddenly, there was a rapid gunshot at the hall way followed by screams.

I was conflicted on whether I should go check or remain at my position. Might be the cops, I thought. I cross checked through my Wrist-wizz, all still seemed to be intact. No trip wires crossed, no activated silent alarms triggered, all systems seemed okay. What exactly was going on? A crackling noise distracted me from my contemplation, it was my radio.

“No.1 t….do….read?” the radio crackled.

“Hey, what’s going on out there?” I asked as the radio shook vigorously in my sweaty palms. The frequency seemed off; I tried adjusting it while pacing around to get better reception.

“Hey, can you hear me?” the radio sounded again, this time clearer.

“Yeah, I can hear you now.” I responded. I couldn’t completely tell, but it sounded like No.1 speaking.

“Meet us at the entrance hall way.”

“What’s going on out there?” I asked, trying to keep composure.

“Just meet us at the fucking hallway.” the radio gave out a deafening yell.