Feeling a certain tingling inside of his head, he quickly realized the Martian was trying to telepathically communicate with him. Telepathy left a sour taste in his brain due to his 'upbringing', as it were. Shaking his head for a second, he responded to Query's question. " You should make your way into the vault, they are armed with assault rifles, I can only assume they are all military trained." Julian said, looking at the feed for the camera in the vault. He tinkered with it, and rewound the recording a few minutes, to when the robbers broke into the vault. It took a couple of minutes, and his team had already moved into action in the vault. 

As he looked over the recording, his eyes widened. [i]They didn't use explosives.[/i] 
"Team, careful, I don't know how.. But.. They tore the vault doors off..." He explained into the communicator he had in his ear, completely forgetting about the telepathic link as his eyes were peeled to the video feed. "With their uh, hands." For someone who was accostumed to Metahuman life, it was odd for Julian to be so shocked, but none of the people in the vault, nor in the bank had ever shown any other sign of being a meta. He pulled up the personel files of the associates of the man in charge, quickly compiling a list of possible suspects.

None of them had any records of metahuman activity. It was unpresidented.

"Atlas, Fortress, Knitter. Take caution. They have some tricks up their sleeves." The three had already began drilling under them. 

Turning to the police captain, Julian looked around. "You have a sniper crew ready? I fear that the cleanest way to handle this is with sufficient force." The Captain Nodded. "We have two snipers, but no high- caliber weaponry, but against these suspects, it should not be a problem." He explained, but Julian wasn't convinced. He had to wait for the events to unfold.

He hated waiting.