Orb Weaver clutched his tablet in a death grip with one hand, his fingers flew across the device as if they were possessed, he was so close to getting the vault open. He paused momentarily to pull up his radio, "[color=FFD700][b]I thought you assholes claimed to b professionals![/b][/color]" he barked to the driver who remained in the car outside. The device crackled for a bit before a reply came, "[b]What're you talking about, we are![/b]", "[color=FFD700][b]Well obviously not, one of you trigger happy friends just killed a cop.[/b][/color]" Orb weaver spat back venomously, "[b]Jesus chirst...[/b]". Orb weaver rolled his eyes beneath the mask, "[color=FFD700][b]Call on him later, we're almost done here, how's it looking out there?[/b][/color]". The driver held the radio away from his face and rolled down the window a bit to listen out, "[b]Some sirens in the distance. Maybe five, ten minutes away tops. No sign of any supers though.[/b]". Orb weaver clucked his tongue, "[color=FFD700][b]Good, keep the car running but don't move until we come out. That van better handle better than it looks.[/b][/color]". Without waiting for a reply, Orb weaver shoved the radio into his coat and looked at the tablet in his hand, his frustration momentarily turning to elation as he finally gained access to the vault's systems. "[color=FFD700][b]Alright boys we're in business. One of you stay to guard the door, the rest of you on me with the bags.[/b][/color]" He barked as he stood and pressed one more button on the tablet, "[color=FFD700][b]Open sesame.[/b][/color]". The vault opened with a hiss and a click, just in time for another three round burst to ring out. There was a yell as another guard dropped to the ground out in the hallway, though Orb weaver didn't have time to lament the loss of life.

He shoved the tablet into his bag and along with three of the four men piled inside and began to grab what they could, the team using duffels, while Orb weaver used his own back pack. What the others did at this point was of no consequence so long as he received his cut. Once his bag was filled to the brim, Orb weaver zipped it up and ran out of the vault to help cover the others, pulling out his pistol and turning off the safety as he stacked up at the part of the doorway across from his team mate. "[color=FFD700][b]You couldn't have just nicked him or something? Jesus I can see his fucking brain matter from here![/b][/color]" Orb weaver hissed as he peered momentarily out of the door way.