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Did things always happen so fast when you were a criminal? It seemed like so many things happened in such rapid succession if not conjunction. Seth gestured for him and Nightfall, whoever that creepo was, to enter the van. This precog looked like Frankenstein, probably got out about as much too. Nightfall politely refused the offer, stating that he had his own ride; Odd eyes that one. From what little he could make of the guy they were about the same build and probably age.  Nightfall seemed like one of the those guys who always had three plans hatching and you only ever knew about one of them. Meanwhile, Greed flickered several times, returning with both Blackout and the girl in a matter of moments. However this guy teleported he did it quite effectively. Blackout was trembling on the floor of the van and the girl immediately began practically screaming at Blackout. Apparently the teleporting was rather strenuous on the passengers.

He stepped into the van with a simple nod to Seth, [color=yellow]"Instead of being a bitc- brat."[/color] She was still a girl after all, albeit a rude one, no surprise there. Hopefully either wasn't part of the 'team' he was to be on, or she wasn't like this all the time. Because so far she was pretty dang annoying and useless. Part of it was that Regus felt a need to protect Blackout and partly because he plain disliked women that whined all the time. Reminded him of a little too much. [color=yellow]"You might note that we have a large bag of cash and no one is in sight, which means we're home free. That is unless you want to stay here and continue belittling us or we can get [u][i]going[/i][/u]!"[/color] 

The last word was rather pointed, aimed at Seth and whoever the driver was. No one was here yet but he had a feeling Chroma wasn't exactly going to sit still and wait for them to make a clean escape. While their money was admittedly still as pale as cauliflower, Regus was confident they could fix it or it would wear off. Cape's powers tended to wear off with range after all. Usually. It didn't really matter, he had a mil either plus whatever he'd just made. Life was looking, just slightly, better. Regus didn't really care who Blackout was, why Nightfall was here, who the girl was, why the Boss had hired them. Money in the bank. As his parents had so eloquently shown him, money was power, and Regus loved the feeling of power like a drowning man loved oxygen.