Marcus threw his hands up in surrender as Fortress surrounded him in a soundproof forcefield. [color=39b54a]"Alright, I stand corrected."[/color] He commented over the Titan's communicator. When she gave Knitter a field of his own, he couldn't help but be impressed. His team knew what they were doing; that much was certain. [color=39b54a]"Let's hope you can handle holding up the roof, Grandma."[/color] With that said, Atlas returned his communicator to his pocket. He formed an emerald drill out of pure hardlight and set to work drilling a hole in the ground. It was a bit unsettling, truth be told, to not hear the drill as it tore through the dirt and grass outside the bank. Marcus made sure not to tear up the sidewalk or street, knowing that such an action would be viewed unfavorably by the police and the city's government. Roads were expensive, after all. More expensive than the bank's lawn, anyway. Atlas made sure to turn his communicator up so that he could hear any updates from Cobalt or the team inside. With that taken care of, Atlas began to move underground. The digging was slow going. Atlas could have gone faster if he didn't have to worry about Knitter putting up stable supports for the tunnel. But since he was working with non-lanterns, Atlas would have to settle for sub-par speed as he started to descend into the darkness of the underground. [color=39b54a]"Getting kind of dark down here."[/color] He commented as the sun's light started to disperse as he went ever deeper. Marcus dug about twelve feet down in a semi-diagonal fashion; steep enough that he wasn't wasting time, but level enough that a normal human could climb back up the hole. 

He glanced behind his shoulder to make sure Knitter and Fortress were still behind him. Confident that the two were keeping up with him, Atlas began to dig straight. [color=39b54a]"Ring."[/color] He prompted. "Yes, Lantern Marcus?" The ring inquired of its wielder. [color=39b54a]"Open a map of the bank and triangulate my position. What room am I under?"[/color] A map appeared out of the ring for Atlas to see as he continued to drill forward. The map showed that Atlas and company were nearing the lobby, where most of the hostages were. Perfect. Just a few more yards and Atlas would start moving upwards. "You are in position, sir. From here you should have the best view of all the hostages and the hostiles within the vault." The ring informed Marcus. [color=39b54a]"Thanks, ring. That's all I need."[/color] The map disappeared and Atlas started to dig diagonally upwards until he was just under the floor. Once he was sure no hostages were nearby, Atlas stopped digging and created a small explosive out of hardlight. [color=39b54a]"This should do the trick."[/color] He muttered to himself. Now, all Atlas had to do was wait for the go-ahead. 

"Team, careful, I don't know how.. But.. They tore the vault doors off...With their uh, hands." 

[color=39b54a]"Oh. Super Strength. That's pleasant."[/color] Atlas responded. "Atlas, Fortress, Knitter. Take caution. They have some tricks up their sleeves." Cobalt warned over the communicator. [color=39b54a]"Will do, boss. I can handle a couple of bricks; no problem."[/color] Atlas made sure to get comfortable. [color=39b54a]"We're just waiting for the go-ahead, Cobalt. Whenever you're ready, give the word."[/color]