[b]Finch
Two days after the Behir[/b]

Everything had been prepared, Finch thought to himself. The mayor was secured away, alive albeit uncomfortable. His men had covered their tracks, and they had set themselves up in one of the hideouts they had managed to secure across the city. All the stuff they needed was here as well, and there had not been anyone immediately knocking down the door either. It was good for him. 

Grinning, Finch checked himself over in the nearby mirror. A hand ran through his hair, combing a few errant strands into place before he nodded to himself. Looking good, and now it was time to get going. Which on second thought was actually pretty silly since he was just making a phone call. It wasn't like anyone could see him.

He supposed it was the thought that counted.

Clearing his throat, Finch grabbed the phone and dialed the police, at the exact time that he had said he would. In his minds eye he could imagine the scene, people clustered all about waiting on anticipation for that ring. Had he lied, would he called when he said he would? Now those worries could be put to rest for a whole new set. Undoubtedly they were recording him, so he was going to have to put on a good show.

"Hello, this is Finch speaking," he said into the phone. "As you most likely know by now, I currently have our beloved mayor in my tender care. Now, to those of you who know my reputation, I am not some cold blooded killer. And honestly I voted for the guy so I don't really want to hurt him. But being a criminal is as much a business as working as a store attendant, so I will if I have to. In this case, I would like a million dollars wired to the bank accounts that I am about to give you. Fail to do so by midnight tomorrow, and well, it appears your mayor won't be running for re-election. Understand?"

He then went on to deliver the numbers of the account as he had said that he would, before hanging up. It was short, to the point, but also long enough for them to trace the call back if they were smart enough to do that. And that trace would take them to the Hall of Mirrors at one of the old Carnival spots. 

Grinning, Finch turned to his men. "Go get set up. I think we're going to have visitors soon." With that he kicked back in his seat to wait. They'd never pay that kind of ransom, so he was sure that the fun would begin shortly