[b]Finch[/b]

The heist had gone down without a hitch, much to the satisfaction of one Finch as he strode away from the vault itself. Well, to be honest he was a bit disappointed that no one had shown up to try and stop him, but that was explainable given the circumstances. Apparently he had coincidentally timed his heist with a Swarm Rat attack. He had no love for the Swarm of course, but he was not going to look down something like this when it came around. 

Grinning, he spun a glass knife around like some sort of toy as he eyed the haul they were taking away from this, while his men loaded it up in the truck. "Thank you for your cooperation everyone," he called out with a grin to all those in the bank who had been rendered harmless in the course of this whole thing. Fortunately, the presence of actual heroes made the ordinary citizen a lot less likely to play hero, which worked out better for him.

"Alright guys, load it up and let's get out of here," he said with a grin, shifting his knife into a thin cane that he tapped along the ground as he called out to his men. They had everything they could fit on to their transport, and with that in mind there wasn't really any reason for him to stick around and wait for someone to show up and ruin his fun even with the Swarm to distract everyone. 

His people were quick to exit the building, and he followed after them with a spring in his step. He had almost walked out the door when he stopped in thought for a few moments. He then shrugged to himself, and the cane shifted into a glass rose with tinted glass that almost looked red and green like an actual rose. He walked over to the nearest female customer, bowing and handing her the rose. "Here you are. Hold on to it, it could be worth something someday." With that h took his leave, exiting the building with a wave over his shoulder. 

Once outside the group loaded up, Finch riding shotgun as he let one of his people take the job of driving. "Take us to the place on the West Side," he instructed. It was a smaller safehouse, and a place where they could deal with the vehicle and the logistics of offloading their score. The sound of the engine and spinning rubber filled the air as they took off, headed on their way. Another successful caper from the Finch, and he could not be happier.