theodore walder & sterling matthews
#D85656 & #7B988B
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On her three he dashed into the bank right behind her, sliding into place behind the desk as well. He glanced over at her as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, it was kind of cute her face pent up in unwavering determination. Did I really just think that? Gross. Miraculously before his eyes a full SWAT team burst through the doors of the bank and he heard the shocked cries from the few guys holding up the front of the bank. It didn't take but a matter of seconds for bullets to begin spraying throughout the room and Sterling's heart began to race. He knew that her illusion wasn't going to last long, and it was simply to buy time for the others so he gripped his Bowie knife tightly and leaned around the side of the desk assessing how many guys were present. A solid ten. All big, scary, armed, and angry. Perfect.
Sterling glanced one last time at Skye behind the desk before he began to quietly and quickly sneak ever so closer to the men as they were distracted by the seemingly real SWAT team in front of them. He dashed from desk to desk, until he was practically right behind them. "Now for the fun part" He spoke under his breath as he gripped his knife tightly.
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Theodore hadn't really noticed Ollie's hesitation due to his hyper focus on the task in front of them. His move with the door was blatantly reckless but with his abilities his mind was hardwired to think more "brawn" than "brain". It didn't take long after they had stepped into the building for the sound of gunfire to bounce off the walls. He quickly ducked into the closest room away from the main lobby of the bank. He assumed that the basement had to be through one of the many doors in the hallway.
Theodore seemed to have stepped into what looked like a break room, with coats hanging on the walls, a fridge, and some lockers tucked in the corner with name tags lazily plastered to the front of them. The room itself looked rather untouched and normal, Theo truly never would've guessed that someone had been through here beforehand. There was a door within the room with a small sign that read "STAIRS", it was a solid start. He turned back to Ollie wanting to ask what door he thought they should go through when he saw the boy's hesitancy written all over his face. "Is there something-" Theo barely had time to finish his sentence before a man adorned in all black and matching ski mask came barreling out from behind the lockers grabbing Theo by the throat and pinned him to the wall. The boy's eyes lit up in confusion and shock as he was abruptly shoved against the wall, his air flow being cut off by the grip of the man. Who had a few inches on him for that matter. Theodore kicked and struggled against the man's rather strong grip, fearing that if he didn't get out of this man's hold he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He could already feel the hair on his arm start to stand and his adrenaline skyrocket. He realized rather quickly that from the man's perspective he had no idea that Theodore had another with him, Ollie. He made frantic eye contact with Ollie trying to get his words out even though he was being crushed. "H- Hos- Hostages" It came out rather weak but he hoped the boy got the message. A part of him wanted Ollie to continue on for the sake of the mission but a large majority of him didn't want Oliver to be there if things got messy.
Theodore didn't really give him much time to think it over anyway as he headbutt the man as hard as he could, and sucked in a large breath of air as he felt the man's grip loosen around his neck, the oxygen instantly making him feel more in control. He quickly kicked the stunned man away from him and socked him clear in the jaw causing the brute to fall backwards into the break room table. Theodore quickly took the few seconds he had to catch his breath before the man turned to him, slowly getting up from the floor with a (literal) bloody grin. "You got one hell of a right hook kid" As he spoke he reached into his pocket pulling out a rather nasty looking blade.