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

It was astounding, really, how quickly the brothers' plans had gone straight to hell. What would have been a 'quick in and out job' according to Michael just hours earlier, had suddenly turned into a power struggle between four super powered humans. The building itself was damaged far more than he had ever intended- not including the dead bodies that he [i]seriously[/i] needed to have a talk with his brother about. Time to consider it was cut short by the sound of his ex-girlfriend's sister speaking up from twenty feet away; window panes from either side of the hall shattered, the noise echoing against the marble walls.

Completely caught off guard, Finn threw his arms up into the air and pressed his forearms together by pure instinct to protect his face. His face and arms were slashed repeatedly with small slits similar to an attack by an exact-o blade; the shards that made blunt impact didn't pierce his skin but created instant welts and felt similar to air-soft gunfire. Both bags of loot fell to the floor, splashing loudly at the heavy impacts, mirroring the short super's state of mind. Only half way through the onslaught, the origami steel baking dish connected to his back hip flew forward and bloomed like a massive flower, catching most of the glass in the metallic basin as they fell uselessly to the floor.

"Listen, Señorita Dramático, you need to chill out." He said, holding his palms forward in a [i]'don't shoot'[/i] gesture.

Shocked and shaking from adrenaline, Finn willed the steel plate back into the small form it had just grown from as he stared the officer directly in the face. He and Michael had gotten this far and there was no way it was going to end in the back of a cop car. Raising his arms slowly as if they were chained to the floor, the air rang out with the sound of warping metal- the open vault door began to sway back and forth like a flag pushed by the breeze. Sure, Elizabeth could manipulate a wide range of materials with fine motor skills, but magnetic force could even the playing field by pure weight. The tremendous weight of the vault door was enough to create ringing in Finn's ears out of exhausting his powers, when he heard the hinges ripped in half and boulders of granite hitting the floor behind him, he could taste a coppery nosebleed that accompanied it. 

Throwing his right fist, the entire vault was launched forward like a massive quarter knocked into the air. Bank customers and employees scattered like mice, the gigantic disk making impact with the back corner and knocking one of the aesthetic marble pillars out of place. Pulse fell to his knees in the water covered, chaotic lobby- he just needed one second to rest his fuzzy vision. He wasn't sure of the fate of the vault door, but knew that between the falling pillar, customers in the way and the heavy piece of falling security, the two heroes had more than enough work to keep them busy.

"Phoenix!" Finn shouted, holding his hand out, his ears ringing loudly. "Take it. . ." 

Safety deposit box 706 remained in his left hand, but he knew that with Michael in such close proximity, he was safe to clear his head. Rubbing his eyes repeatedly, Finn stood shakily and assessed the closest way out. The older of the two Regels felt as though he had just finished a five mile marathon, but knew that there was one final home stretch before the two were safe. With the glass windows already shattered, Finn lifted him and his brother into the air, although the duffel bags continued to bob unsteadily beside them. 

"Keep 'em off us." Finn instructed Michael as they moved slowly through the air. 

It wasn't an extremely fast escape, but ninety-nine percent of the city was unable to perform the same act and follow them. Their only threats were the two supers bent on stopping them, but the Regels had pure determination to survive. Nearing the windows, he hoped that his brother was enough to keep any retaliation from stopping them.