Cindy of Symphony

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As the four men ran out of the room from one side of the door, another group of Deimos came out of the secret entrance and saw Sir Beethoven on the ground in pain. There is multiple exit doors they can chose from that leads to the streets.  

"Sir, are you alright?" One of the Deimos asked, bringing him up from the ground.

"I'm fine, but there's a group that somehow got passed the guards. I do not know what their plans are but do not let them escape the Opera Dynasty. If they get into the crowd outside of this house and blend in, it'll be nigh impossible to find them. Go!" Sir Beethoven ordered, pointing his finger towards the direction they ran.

The guards nodded and began to head out. They did not alert the institution about the possible breaking and entering, fearing that it would cause a panic and makes things more difficult to track them down.
 
"Left! Right! Keep going!" Columbus shouted over radio to the rest of the team. Running towards the exit, hoping that the others would get lost. Moving into a room close to an exit door, they didn't care that they lights were out, it was the planned emergency escape route. Through they darkness, they couldn't see much beyond generalized outlines. As a result, they ran right into the black, engorgred tendrils blocking the doors. Confused, they tried to pull themselves free, only to be stuck like flies. The lights switched on, and a young man in sunglasses and a dark suit walked out from behind a corner, taking the robber's guns away, verbally tsking them.

"Wow, a simple trap and you all ran into it like a bunch of amatures. So much for the prestige of the Morning Sunrise Gang." He remarked looking them over.

"F--- you!" Shouted one of the four men, leading the other one to roll his eyes.
 
One of the Deimos Guard nearby heard the shouting, prompting him to radio the others to come towards his location. The Deimos Guard  headed towards the room near the exited. 

"What the hell?" He said, seeing the group of men stuck on tendrils. He pulled out his red and white trumpet, placing it near his mouth. "Alright! Everybody, freeze! Don't move a muscle!" He demanded, although he was quite aware of the group's sticky situation.
 
The young man in sunglasses looked at the guns in his hands and chuckled nervously.

"I'm in danger." He stated, holding still. Meanwhile, the Morning Sunrise Gang continued in futility to get themselves out of their trappings. Maybe they needed to watch some more anime. Or maybe not.
 
"Don't worry, citizen! Just stay back and I'll handle these goons." The security Deimos said as he got closer to the culprits. "I don't know what you lots tried to accomplished here... but whatever it was, you failed." He wagged his finger in front of their faces. "Once Sir Beethoven gets here... you guys are toast."
 
Another figure walked into the room, a man in black leather with a cape of crimson drawn over him. It seems he had just been running.

"It seems that the trap worked. Wonderful." He stated, looking over to the security Deimos and the young man in sunglasses. "Congratulations agent, you caught the Morning Sunrise Gang in a pitifully easy trap. Keep it up and you'll get promoted to Operative fast enough." He stated before turning to the Deimos. "My name is Vincent, I'm here to get these four to a place they won't be escaping anytime soon. Most prisons fail to hold them for more than a month."
 
The security Deimos raises a brow, confused of what's happening. "Operative...? Well, okay, but I still have to get these guys to the proper authorities. Just sit tight, you can explain... whatever you are to the higher ups." He pulled out a phone and about to make a call. "Alright..."
 
Vincent looked displeased and looked back to the Morning Sunrise Gang.

"I'd hurry, sir. Knowing these four, it's entirely possible that any sort of emergency escape is coming to free them." He said in warning, the gauntlets on his peeling back to reveal sharp claws. The young man saw that and began to silently freak out.
 
"Don't worry, it won't be long. So, I'll tuned my back, with my defenses lowered as I make this call to my superiors." The Deimos guard was waiting for the other line to picked up. "Damn these phones... we seriously needs to update this."
 
The Deimos' other line was picked up after waiting, it seems that his cell traffic was rerouted to somewhere father away judging by the time it took for the connection. However, who answered didn't sound anything about his superiors.

":You need not concern yourself with your own personal safety or that of those around you. I would instead worry about the long term consequences of your actions or to say, your lack of actions as they are about to occur. Release the Gang in short order from that webbing binding you've put them under and make sure that Meeting edgelord doesn't interfere. Or else, I'll do much worse than make sure you wake up without a job tomorrow. I'll make sure that the legendary Cindy Opera Dynasty will go down as one of the worst entertainment scandals on this planet. Your entire people's legacy, your world reputation, will be shattered. Your building will be shuttered and burned to destroy any evidence it ever existed, and the names of everyone who worked there will be forever blackened and they'll all die outcasts, alone and abandoned.:" Said a voice that was definitely not their superior's, filtered with heavy radio static, and the voice filled others' with dread when it was heard. They were serious and deadly at that.

Vincent was keeping his claws ready, eyes glancing between the Gang and the Deimos. Every part of his twisted, monster body was on sentry, sensing for the slightest disturbance. The Morning Sunrise Gang was still twisting and turning, trying to get out of their bindings. And the lowly agent who was caught in the middle of this kept looking between the doors, terrified and feeling the need to run away.

A rumbling could be heard in the distance.

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Approaching the Opera House was a bulldozer moving through traffic.
 
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