[center]-Finn-
-Wentworth Bank-[/center]

The vault itself had a twelve inch thick steel door that was over ten feet in diameter; even from the outside, the magnetic super could feel four steel beams running from the vault door through the wall. It would have been an exhausting feat to try and rip the door out of the wall like Michael had originally suggested. During the brief fight between Phoenix and the guards, Finn found himself in an entirely different situation. Standing next to the vault entrance with his brother battling half way across the giant bank, the older of the two negotiated with the bank manager.

"What do you [i]mean[/i] they don't normally have it closed?"

"We were paid to have the vault sealed for the day-"

"-So what does that have to do with anything?"

"Even with the security card and code, it's a [b]heavy[/b] door."

"Good God, woman, that doesn't matter! Just put the code in!" Finn said, entirely exasperated at how long it was taking.

The elderly bank manager that Finn had come to know as Ethel swiped the card hanging from her lanyard and continued on to dial a five digit number on the security pad; several loud bangs rang out near the teller stations, with the silhouette of a human form that moved past rapidly. Pulse turned just in time to see his brother go flying across the room and slam against the wall near the safe door. 

[i]"Ok... That was better... Get this shit done fast, Finn..."[/i] Michael said low enough that Ethel or the cop didn't hear his real name.

With a war cry ringing out, Michael jumped up from where he had landed and ran in the direction of the female cop he had been fighting. Finn had yet to place the face, as he turned to the sound of the vault's rolling locks coming undone one by one. Police sirens were ringing through the air from outside, a sign that their time was running far too short. The pair would need to make an escape before too many officers showed up, so with a deep breath, Finn took several steps back while continuing to face the vault.

"Thanks for the help, Ethel, but time to step aside." He said, raising both hands under a considerable amount of invisible pressure.

The sound of warping metal resonated from within the vault like a terrible monster awakening from a long slumber. Inching open with minimal speed, the vault door was the heaviest item he had even moved- far more than even two cars combined. An illuminated room lined with safety deposit boxes was gradually revealed, roughly the size of a shipping container at the harbor. When the vault door had swung open just wide enough for Finn to walk through, he dropped his arms in exhaustion, his fingertips trembling at the use of power.

Running his gloved hands across the safety deposit boxes, the short super could [i]feel[/i] all of the precious metals inside each container. Intent on a specific safety deposit box, Finn approached number 706 and pulled the rectangle box from where it had been safely nestled. Holding it loosely under his left arm, the young man snapped his fingers; two water proof navy blue duffel bags for transferring cash flew off of their hooks on either side of the wall while the safety deposit boxes began jumping out of their spaces like popcorn bursting in the heat. Floating one by one over the duffel bags, the deposit boxes lids snapped open and turned over, dumping their contents out before falling lazily to the ground.

"That should do for a while." Finn said, satisfied with the amount of cash, jewelery and gold the bags had been filled with.

The sound of the fire alarm brought Finn back to reality, drawing his attention outside the room full of more valuable items than he had even witnessed in his life. With the box numbered 706 still under his arm, he exited the vault with the two duffel bags floating at waist height. When he made it back into the main hall of Wentworth, Pulse was shocked at what was going on. Two supers against his brother and the sound of police surrounding the building was enough to send his heart racing. Choosing to take care of one problem at a time, he looked up to the ceiling and gripped his fist in the air as if he was reaching for an apple.

Pinching the pipes at the base of the sprinkler heads, the downpour of rain finally halted, although there was a half inch layer of water on the marble floor. Finally assessing the room as a whole, his heart went from racing madly to nearly dropping out of his chest. Although he had only met her for a few minutes twice, Finn had seen enough pictures on his ex-girlfriend's phone to recognize Elizabeth Collins. Luckily he hadn't worn anything that showed his tattoos at the time, not that he assumed she would even remember.

[i]"It's not nice taking other people's lunch money kiddos."[/i] Finn heard the strangely clothed man say to them.

"Time to go, Phoenix!" He called out to his brother, hoping Michael wasn't to soaked for his powers to function.