Starwars Piriaha

"YOU STUPID FUCKING TRAITOR!" Silas Brenner roared, his voice barely cutting through the deafening hail of gunfire.

The air was thick with smoke, flashing red and blue lights casting eerie shadows across the carnage. Inside the Bank of America, the job had barely started before it all went to hell.

Silas, one of the most infamous bank robbers in the country, had planned everything down to the last detail. A simple, brutal heist. Get in, take hostages, force the vault open, and escape before the cops could react. But the moment he and his team stepped through the doors—

"AMBUSH!" he had screamed.

Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through the two men in front of him, shredding them apart before they even had a chance to react. Blood splattered against the marble floors. His partner, Michelle, barely managed to duck behind a collapsing body, using it as a makeshift shield—just as Silas did the same.

"How the fuck did they know!?" Michelle shouted over the gunfire, his voice raw with panic.

Silas gritted his teeth. "I don't know—but we'll find out from Kyle once we get to the van!"

Pinned down by relentless gunfire, they had no time to fight back. Their only option was to move. Shoving the ravaged corpse forward to block another hail of bullets, they sprinted toward the exit. The moment they were out of the line of fire, they dropped their bloodied shields and ran for the getaway van parked just outside.

Kyle was waiting for them—his long-time friend, his hacker, the man who had planned this job with him. They had met in juvie at thirteen, bonding over a shared love for crime and the thrill of the heist. If there was anyone Silas could trust, it was him.

"Michelle, get in, now!" Silas barked as they reached the van.

Michelle yanked the door open—

BANG.

The gunshot was deafening. Michelle's head snapped back, a fine red mist spraying across Silas's face. He barely had time to process it before the body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Kyle sat inside the van, revolver still smoking, eyes cold and empty.

"Sorry, Silas," he said flatly. "They made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

Silas froze.

Then, rage. A violent, all-consuming rage that drowned out every other thought. His vision blurred red as he reached for his belt—

Kyle's expression shifted. "Oh shi—"

Silas pulled the pin on the grenade and charged.

Bullets ripped into him from behind, tearing through flesh and bone, but he didn't stop. Blood poured from his wounds, from his mouth, from his eyes, but he kept going—

Kyle's face twisted in terror as he finally saw it. The live grenade clenched between Silas's teeth.

"MANIAC—!"

Silas grinned through the blood.

Boom.