Orb weaver cocked his head to the side as John delivered his ultimatum. The men behind him groaned as they tried to get their bearings, however their injuries meant little to the man. "[color=fff200][b]Two bags? That's a mighty steep price there my friend.[/b][/color]" Orb weaver began as he adjusted his own bag, "[color=fff200][b]See, here's the thing. I was hired to do this, meaning that the money in those bags isn't mine to give. It'd be unprofessional of me to fork over the money I was told to steal and try to keep my own cut as well. In fact i'm sure i'd be dead in a gutter by sunset if I tried that.[/b][/color]" he said. Orb weaver scratched the back of his head as he thought of a way to solve the issue without fighting, then, inspiration struck. The villain snapped his fingers and grinned beneath his mask, "[color=fff200][b]How 'bout this? Given that display you put on you must be a telepath. There's still plenty of money in that vault, if you're able to carry out the equivalent of two duffel bags worth of cash, you can ride with us to our rendezvous point and that money is yours. In addition i'll even split half of my personal cut with you. Parting with a portion of my pay is so much easier than losing my reputation and life after all. So what do you think, that fair for you?[/b][/color]". 

Orb weaver may not have betrayed it in his tone, but he was growing slightly anxious. A super hero was already a tricky thing to deal with, but a super that was self serving could be infinitely more risky to deal with. Whatever happened next needed to occur fast.