April Heist (Big Hero 6 Fan Fiction. Warning! Graphic Description! Read at Own Discretion!)
It was a beautiful spring day in San Fransokyo. The sun was shining brightly in a cloudless sky, melting any and all traces of the bitter winter. Alujah Kinedryl was preparing for her usual day, sipping a cappuccino and listening to the radio in her small apartment kitchen. It was ten in the morning, her shift didn't start until twenty past eleven and everything was going just beautifully. Over at the university where her friend Robert Callahan worked, a tour was going on for the twelfth graders who were looking into going to the educational facility in the fall. Everything was business as usual, and she was waiting for Robert to call her to let her know how things were going. She'd asked him to call her every day at ten-thirty to talk. They'd agreed to this after he lost his daughter in a terrible accident, and thus far it had kept him from going suicidal.
She looked at her watch. It was quarter to eleven and she was almost finished her cappuccino. She glanced at her phone thinking perhaps Rob had called and she had missed it. There were no news updates on her phone. Suddenly something caught her ear on the radio.
"PZZZZT! Police have surrounded the building and are preparing to enter-Oh my goodness! The assailants are breaking into the Iso Ishioto University under a hail of gunfire here in San Fransokyo where a crowd of seniors are touring the grounds. God help them all," a news lady said. Alujah's eyes widened. She raced to the living room and turned on the TV. A news helicopter was showing the university with shattered glass littering the ground. Her expression fell into a grim, determined look and she began reaching for her combat gear from her time in the army. Three tours in Iraq didn't harden her for nothing. Her hands touched the hilts of her guns, both .358 Magnums with silencer attachments, when suddenly the broadcast flickered and switched. It now showed a group of people standing around a dimly lit room. She instinctively recognized it from her three years there as the Auditorium, right in the heart of the school. She brushed her bangs back from her face so she could see clearer.
"Hello, people of San Fransokyo. As you all know, we have taken complete control of the Iso Ishioto University. We have all the promising young minds under our control. Our demands are simple and if they are not met by seven o'clock this evening, we will begin picking off each hostage we have one-" Somewhere off camera a gun went off and the sound of a body hitting the floor could be heard. "-by-" Another shot. "one." A final shot rang out and this time the head of the victim fell into view. She felt a sickening lurch in her stomach as she gazed at the empty, staring eyes of the young woman who would never see her birthday again. Or her parents.
Jesus Christ, she swore in her head. She touched the grips of her guns again, but stopped when someone on-screen spoke again.
"Oh, and Alujah? Don't bring your guns. No need for anyone else to get hurt," the voice said. It sounded familiar, but as if heard in a distant, long-forgotten memory. The fourth shot rang out and the feed went dead. Silence over the radio. She numbly got up and went to the front window of her apartment. Four people were dead, four families destroyed, four innocents whose lives were brutally, and viciously cut short by such senseless acts of violence. She looked back into the living room where her weapons lay in a neat arrangement. She put them back in the gun case behind the bookshelf. Then she pulled out her phone and made a call.
"Hello? Federal Bureau of Investigations. How may I help you?" a gruff voice answered.
"My name is Alujah Kinedryl. I am calling regarding the terrorist attack going on at Iso Ishioto University in San Fransokyo. I'll need back up if I'm going in," she said urgently. She still maintained the respect she had learned from her time in the army.
"Miss, this is a serious establishment. We will not tolerate such poppycock from juvenile delinquints. Don't call back again," she heard the man say.
"I'm not a juvenile! I'm thirty years old and have served three tours of duty in Iraq. I'm a decorated soldier and your best bet at getting the hostages out alive-Hello? Hello?! Ugh!" She screamed in frustration when the man hung up. She paced back and forth, contemplating her next move. Stopping, an idea came to her. She called a friend of hers, Chief of Police Adrien Weloston. He answered and before he could speak, she broke in. "Adrien, it's Alujah. I'm your best bet at getting the hostages out of Iso Ishioto. I went there for three years so I know the place inside and out."
There was a pause at the other end as though he were thinking. He sighed. "Alujah, I can't let that happen. You know that you've got a friend in there. What if you see him get hurt and go ballistic? I can't take that risk," he said at length. She hung up, not wanting to deal with it. She slammed her phone shut and dropped it on the coffee table. She tightened her shoes and grabbed her keys. She didn't take any weapons except a can of pepper spray. She drove to the university and got as close as she could to the school as the military allowed. She looked around.