Silas chuckled. He had no idea what Yolanda had just said, but from her tone of voice he knew it wasn't something flattering. Lowering the gun, he made a bow. "You can call me Omega." He grinned. If he gave his real name, who knew what would happen. He was already in danger enough having his face unmasked. 

Raising the gun again, he said, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this? You look like you'd be more suited as a runway mod-"

Silas was cut off by a sharp noise from his earpiece. He wasn't able to hold himself and a hand flew towards his ear as he cursed under his breath. What he heard next made him blurt out a louder expletive. 'Brother, there are four police cars outside the bank. They're calling for back-up. They have all the exits blocked so we can't send in Gamma and Kappa.' It was Slanie's voice this time. 'Orders have changed. For now we'll be keeping the people hostage until we can find another way in.'

"I understand," Silas answered, eyeing Yolanda. He raised his gun and pointed it towards her. "Things have changed. Someone called the cops," he told her, abright smile on despite the worry in his voice.