[center][b]Wentworth Bank[/b][/center]

The sudden pulling of the fire alarm combined with the pouring sprinklers stopped Pheonix and Officer Collins for a moment as both looked up, and then at the strange monk who walked in, "[i]It's not nice taking other people's lunch money kiddos.[/i]"

Elizabeth groaned, stately loudly as she rubbed her forehead, water beginning to drench her, "[i]Great[/i], another masked nut with superpowers." She pointed at Ocean, yelling, "Get the hell out of here before I'm forced to take you down! Last I checked vigilantes were still arrested too," before her attention was once more turned away as the downpour stopped, towards another voice calling out, "[i]Time to go, Phoenix![/i]" The second suspect, who had clearly succeeded in accessing the vault considering the weighty-looking duffel bags that were floating by his sides. Collins took a moment to notice the twisted metal, as well as the bent sprinkler pipes, before concluding this man probably manipulated metal, a plan forming in her mind.

Meanwhile, Pheonix stood, soaked in water with steam rising off his body, his blades no less hot than they had been before the sprinklers were ignited, "Who the hell are you? A monk who moves water?" Suddenly, Mikey started to laugh, "Interesting!" He sucked in a deep breath, his plasma blades absorbing back into his palms as he cracked his knuckles, "We'll see just how well fire fights water..." For a moment, he locked eyes with Finn, moving his head backwards towards the sword on his back, trying to tell him that they should use Michael's idea of Finn pulling Pheonix around using the metal sword to escape.

His message given, he returned his attention to Ocean, bellowing, "Well, [i]monk[/i], let's see if I can boil your blood!" As he finished his challenge, he charged towards the asian man, preparing to fight using his martial arts combined with his firebender. In truth, he had little intention of fighting for long, but it would still be an interesting, if short, duel.

As Pheonix charged towards the monk, Collins decided to focus her attentions on this other masked stranger, deciding to leave the other two nutcases to fight one another. Elizabeth glared at the man and smiled, a thrill running through her at the prospect of fighting someone with at least a somewhat similar power, "Well, let's see if I'm right about what your power is..." She struck backwards with her elbows, shattering the vaulting windows behind her. Suddenly the glass stopped falling as Elizabeth motioned with her hands as if gripping something. Smirking again, she exhaled deeply and brought her hands forward, sending the shards flying at Pulse with all the mental power she could muster...

[center][b]The Executioner[/b][/center]

"Oh, a [i]smart ass[/i], how fucking wonderful," bellowed Malcolm, "Well, buddy, some bastard thought they could pay me, as if I was some common [i]mercenary[/i], to guard this suitcase, whatever the hell is in it," he banged the briefcase against his leg, "Apparently from you. They said there would probably be resistance, which got me thinking... How exactly did you know to be right here, exactly on the path we would take?"

The Executioner casually started walking in a circle around Black Jack, swinging the briefcase back and forth, his feet slightly shaking the ground with every step, "You know, you might be getting tricked right now. Maybe we both are?" His armored head looked over his right shoulder at the flaming man, "Were [i]you[/i] told what was in this damn thing? Because I certainly wasn't. How do you know there isn't someone standing nearby, maybe in a building," he motioned all around him with the shotgun he was holding, "Prepared to kill us both, or maybe just you? That this isn't all a trap?"

The hulking Atlas shrugged, "Maybe I'm just a paranoid old geezer. In any case, I've got a deal for you. You give me a third of whatever you're getting, and I'll let you take the damn thing without a fight." Malcolm held the briefcase out, killing end of his shotgun pointed at Black Jack in case he made a sudden movement, "Deal?"