Security Guard:
My partner and I scream as the masked men fire at us. We take cover inside the armored van. Sparks blind me as the masked men fire at us nonstop.
I do my best by locking the doors, but the masked men bring a tow truck. Looking through the window, two robbers place a large rusted hook on the door handle. Once the hook is secured, a third man starts the truck.
The metal doors rip off the hinges, and all the masked men rush in in less than a minute. They grab my partner and me and force us out. Once outside, they tie our hands with zip cords and gag us.
"Get the money," one of the masked men orders.
Immediately, all the men except for one run into the back of the armored van. They start throwing out the bags of cash. The man who doesn't go in grabs the cash bags and throws them into the tow truck. However, as he's throwing the bags, he stops and screams.
SharpShot:
The robber screams as I close the door on him. Pushing it off, the robber reaches for his blaster. However, I grab my blaster and fire first.
My beanbag bullet hits the robber square in his chest. It knocks the wind out of him, and the robber falls against the tow truck, sliding down it.
"Too slow," I smile.
Lowering my blaster, I hear voices, and then something hits me.
"Ahhh!"
Screaming and holding my shoulder, I look at it and see a small burnt mark.
"Who are you!"
I look up when someone shouts and see five masked men, all of them running out of the back of the armored truck. The masked men, seeing me, start shooting at me. Dodging and ducking behind the tow truck, I pop out and return fire. Before I realize it, I'm in a blasterfight.
"Take him down!" One of the robbers yells, aiming at me before firing off a few rounds.
The rounds almost hit me, sparks bouncing off the tow truck, and keeping me behind cover. Force to stay in cover, unable to return fire, I can't do anything as a few of the robbers move toward me. Every time I pop out to try and fire, a robber or two fire at me first, kicking me back into cover.
"Ahhh!"
Jumping back as sparks blind me, I fall behind the truck. I try to get back up, but all the rounds going off keep me down.
"I can't do anything! I need a plan! I need a--"
Still on the ground, thinking of a new plan or idea, I look underneath the tow truck and see the robbers' feet.
"I need ashot."
Smiling and closing one eye, I fire my blasters. Hitting the robbers' feet, I hear screaming and jumping around. All the robbers are on the ground, holding their sore feet.
"Wha--What happened? What was that!"
The last robber, the one keeping me behind cover, stops firing to look at his fallen accomplices. When he does, I roll out from behind the tow truck and shoot him. Hitting him with my non-lethal rounds, I knock him out, before getting up and holstering my blasters.
"Easy. I just took you all out!"
Looking to the side, I see the tied-up security guards. They're frozen with wide eyes. Walking over to them, I lower the rag tied over their mouths.
"Just take it," one of the security guards yells. "The money! It's all yours!"
"Yeah. Thank you, but no thank you."
Untying the guards' hands and feet, I shoot them a quick bye and leave. Getting back on my motorcycle, I ride away, disappearing from view.
"Ahh..."
With my shoulder still hurting, I slowly rotate it as I ride through the city's streets. Dodging and driving past cars, I take a few quick turns before stopping in an empty parking lot. Reaching down, I push a button on the side of my bike. A secret component filled with dressing and ointment shoots out. I apply a little ointment to the dressing before bandaging my shoulder.
"That could have been better."
When I finish wrapping my shoulder, I rotate it again. It still hurts a little, but I can still use it. Checking my blasters, ejecting an empty clip, and replacing it with a loaded one, I almost jump off my motorcycle when I hear a loud crash!
"What in the world!"
I don't waste a second and kick off the ground. Launching my motorcycle, riding as fast as I can, I take a few more sharp turns before stopping in front of a massive electronic store. Everything looks normal at first. The giant neon sign is flashing. There are posters with store deals pasted all over the walls. There are about four crashed cars where the front doors should be.
"Yeah. That's not right."
Stopping and getting off my bike, I walk up to the electronics store just in time to see a bunch of people walking out with their arms full of stolen goods. Pulling out my blasters, I aim at one of them.
"Hey! I don't care how bad parking is, there is absolutely no reason to park right there! You're blocking the entrance."
The people stop when they see me. Now that they have stopped, I notice something off about them. All the people stealing, all of them, every single one of them, look exactly the same.
The red jacket and long brown pants don't bother me as much as the head, or heads. Right down to the eyes, all of them, every single one of them, have the same exact short brown haircut with stubble beards.
"That's some...costume you're all wearing."
Pulling out my second blaster, I aim at the looters. Despite this, they all start laughing. One of the looters steps forward. He drops the boxes in his arms, looks up at me, and smiles.
"Who said these were costumes?"
The looter places one hand on the wall and raises the other one. The other looters standing around him all drop everything they're holding.
Sensing something bad about to happen, I step back. My bad feeling is confirmed when the seeming "leader of the looters" snaps his hand. As he does, electricity from the walls shoots into the man. He screams as it covers his body. Flashing on and off, sparks jumping off, the electricity shoots out again, but this time, it shoots a few feet away from the leader. I watch as the electricity turns grow legs, arms, and even a head. The electricity somehow turns into a person with the same red jacket, brown pants, and stubble beard.
"Oh boy."
I take a few more steps back. All the lights in the store flicker as the leader creates more copies of himself. In only a few minutes, there are three dozen more looters! I guess the leader, the original copy, pushes himself back onto his feet. He smiles and points at me.
"I always have the higher number. Attack!"
All of Number's copies waste no time and run toward me. I also choose not to waste time and start firing. Shooting them, I hit and knock down a bunch of copies. When a few reach me, I throw my blaster into the air before catching it by the barrel. Hitting the ones that reached me, I keep the others back with my second blaster. Everything is working fine until I hear a loud clicking sound.
"No!"
The magazine in my second blaster is empty. I try to reload it as fast as I can, but at the moment, when I stop shooting, the copies reach me. They all grab me, dozens and dozens of hands grabbing my arms and body.
"Ahh! Get off of me! Let me go!"
Grabbing and lifting me into the air, the copies altogether throw me into a car, breaking one of the windows.
Moaning as I hold my head, I push myself up. Somehow, I manage to get back on my feet, but I don't have time to breathe before the copies lunge at me again.
Dropping my blasters earlier when the copies picked and threw me, I have no choice but to resort to basic hand-to-hand. Winding up my arm, I throw a punch and hit a copy in the head. The copy falls over and knocks over a few other copies, like a row of dominoes.
While these copies are busy pushing themselves up, I punch another copy, knocking this one out too. I manage to knock out a few more, but there are too many. They overpower me, grabbing and throwing me again.
This time, instead of hitting a car, I skid against the hard, cold parking lot's ground. Again, having to push myself up, I hear footsteps. Clenching my fists, preparing for another round, I launch myself up and turn around. Screaming as I turn around, something shoots past my head. Whatever it is, it hits a bunch of copies, the copies screaming as they fall over.
Turning around, I see the same girl from half a year ago. Watching as she runs past me, the girl jumps before landing on her shield. Landing on its edge, the shield shoots up, she hits a copy before catching it.
"Are you okay?" The girl asks.
"Dandy," I answer, running up and joining the shield girl. "Though, I would feel a little better if I had my blasters."
"Blasters?"
"Don't worry. I modified them with non-lethal rounds."
"Oh."
As the shield girl and I raise our heads, I smile when I see arrows flying from the side. The arrows explode into large nets, capturing more copies. A few copies that manage to avoid the nets try to run away, but the knight in red armor and the boy with pointed ears stop them.
Running at super speed, the knight in red quickly knocks out a whole row of them, the copies flipping over as the knight punches them. The boy with pointed ears knocks out the last few, electrocuting them with his stun batons.
"What is this?" The pointed-ears boy asks. "Why do all these people look the same?"
"That's because they are the same people. They're 'copies' of the original person."
Retrieving my blasters and checking them out, I hear something and turn around.
"Who are you?"
The girl in the leather jacket asks, pointing an arrow at me.