[B] Finch-Woods-Rob/Emma [/b]

Markus felt fear stab through him as he realized he was completely helpless to these people.

[I] oh what I wouldn't give to be invisible right now [/I] Finch thought to himself as the young man's attention was drawn to him. 

"Who... are you?" The young man asked.

Finch sputtered over himself for a moment not expecting to introduce himself especially to people that would surely kill him once they knew he had a weapon.

"My name is Finch... I think my arm is dislocated. " He finally blurted out in a light German accent. His teeth gritting in defiance of the tears that he could feel forming even now.

"Please don't kill me." The old man spluttered out. His composure barely being held together.