/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Rain battered the darkened windows on the left. The streams of droplets on its surface made for a kaleidoscope of the neon colors shining out in the dark streets below. Armored cars sat outside the building entrance below, other vehicles passing slowly through the trafficked streets.
The voices in the occultist's ears whispered instructions as he took his hands off the cold glass surface. Thirty seconds until the blast and then it was showtime. His wrist beeped twice. He listened to the incoming call.
"-Ready to rock and roll?-"
"Just set them off."
"-Zero, you're no fun.-"
A violent explosion shook somewhere deep inside the building. More small explosions quickly went off around the building. In a split second more, four charges exploded at the far edges of the windows, shattering them. A gust of wet frigid air blasted by his face.
Lanky guard androids leapt from their armored vehicles and rushed into the building. Without missing a beat, he launched himself out into the air above the street. Lights flickered and electricity crackled as electromagnetic waves lightly guided his descent like ghostly hands. His feet touched down lightly beside the armored truck on the far right.
He set to work bypassing the vehicles security placing one hand on a barely visible socket at the lower corner of the door. Gunshots echoed inside the building while screens filled with numbers rolled over the Zero's eyes. The rain-slicked black door lightly disengaged itself soon after.
His wristed beeped twice as he wiped the water from his brow and slid into the drivers side. He took the call.
"-Getaway?-"
"Secured. Rightmost truck!"
"-Got it. Birdie and I have the cargo. Forty, no, fifty seconds.-"
"Copy."
The turbine engine whined as it started up. The truck's rear doors unlocked and mechanically swung open. He tapped his fingers on the control handles and brought up a map on the internal screens while shutters rolled down the front windshield.
A fire sparked near the main entrance as an android was sent careening into a pillar outside. Not a moment later two figures emerged with enormous bags under their arms and a gaggle of androids hot on their heels. The smaller figure rolled a handful of small grenades across the floor behind him as they leapt down steps two and three at a time.
The turbine groaned as the truck's heavy frame lifted itself into the air and swung back away from the building. The taller of the figures with feathers in his hair stopped halfway down the steps, aimed briefly, and launched a grappling hook towards the vehicle on the far left.
The hook sailed clear to the wrong truck and attached itself to its roof armor panels. Even from the inside of the correct truck's soundproofed cabin, Zero could clearly hear Mouse yell something to the effect of "That's the wrong car you RETARD! YOUR OTHER RIGHT!"
Bullets whizzed by the pair's heads striking the bulletproof paneling of the cars surrounding the entrance. Taking a firm grip of the handles, Zero pivoted his vehicle forward and slid rapidly around the backs of pair, just barely fitting between the granite stairs and the canopy above.
With the nose of the vehicle pointed directly into the building's lobby, another tap of the controls launched canisters of blue smoke and reflective chaff into the crowd of androids that were rapidly approaching, enshrouding and disorienting them.
The heavy laden pair piled into the rear of the truck and slammed the doors shut. Another two beeps, another call.
"-Well, after that little hiccup, let's get the hell out of here.-"
"Gladly."
With a light scream, the turbine engine launched the truck into the neon glittering rain.
"Mouse, how much?"
"-We're counting now, but something like four hundred mil? Tax season is good, baby!-"
He could hear their other companion gleefully rolling around in the pile of cash through the call.
"Could you tell bird brain not to leave evidence all over the money?"
A short laugh came over the call as Birdie tapped in.
"-What? I can't help it. Hey, what're we doing for food later?-"
A pair of lights on the interior screens appeared accompanied by soft but incessant warning sirens. The group hadn't quite made a clean getaway just yet.
"We'll get to that *after* we lose the police on our tail."
The turbine wound itself up and the armored truck shot off into the incessant rain and glittering streets of neon lights.