Cindy of Symphony

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The Deimos guard went towards the door and attempted to enter. However, he saw that it was quite difficult to get in. "The heck? Did the lock the door? No.. they block it. They aren't some human guards. They're intruders!" The Deimos picked up his radio and began to alert the other guards.

As Columbus and the others are watching past recordings, the light turned off for a split second, before resuming, revealing a figure sitting on a chair in the same room as the others.

"So, what can I help you guys with?" the figure said with a smile on his face.
 
Columbus looked to the figure, pulling out a mask to don it before calming heaving everything in the door out the way, the one manipulating the computer ripping out something he inserted before crushing it, the other three likewise following their leader and dawning masks, but the guns in their suits remained hidden and undrawn.

“This job’s not worth it!” Columbus yelled, trying to head to a predetermined escape route.
 
"Huh? And here I thought we can have an interesting conversation..." The Deimos stood up and lifted up his hand, revealing a violin. One stroke of its beautiful sound, caused all the men to be levitated and slammed in position to the ceiling. "Don't think I will let you escape so quite easily like that, sirs."
 
The Deimos' eyes narrowed and gripped onto the bow to performed another stroke, beautifully going back and forth to stopped the bullets in place. The distance between the bullet and the Deimos' face were mere inches away from each other.

"I do not know how a group like you managed to successfully get behind the scenes of the stage, but whatever your plans were, failed. Give up now and there might be a chance that your punishment won't be harsh. This is your last warning." The Deimos warned.
 
Columbus grumbled, holstering the gun. It seemed that he as the leader was signaling surrender, yet none of the others made any aggressive, or surrendering, moves.
 
"At least one of you have common sense. Others should take this as an example." The Deimos let them down as he perform another beautiful stroke of his violin. "I don't know why you're here nor your business, but you're in some serious trouble." 

An radio, on the right side of his body, started blaring; he held out his hand and turned his back away from them for a moment. "Sir Beethoven here. What is it? I'm kind of busy at the moment." 

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"What? One of our stars is having a moment? Stage-fright? She refuses to move a muscle? Fine, fine. Alright, understood." He seems preoccupied with the conversation.
 
Columbus saw the Deimos being occupied and knew he had one chance. Signaling to the others, one pulled out a small electronic device, pressing a button on it. The phone began to emit a high frequency and very loud tone, though intended to disable humans hearing it, he hoped the Deimos’ brain would be affected. It seemed the four however, had some sort of immunity.
 
The Deimos dropped his radio onto the ground as he fell onto his knees and covered his eyes. "What is that blasted sound!? This is not the sound of the heavens! This is the sound of hell! Arrrgh!!" He shouted. He turned around, trying to reach for his violin that he also dropped, but it was too much for him. "Cease that dreadful sound at once!"
 
The four men didn't even respond to the demand to stop the agony and instead dashed out the room, heading for the exit. Guns drawn, they hoped the promise of violence would be a deterrence enough to allow a getaway.
 
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