People were starting to stare at him. He would pay them mind later, right now he had to scan the ground for his older brother who was prisoner. Fink had motioned one of his tendrils towards a group of White Capes fighting off inmates who were working as a team. Fink had chosen to help these prisoner because he recognised his older brother's power; [I] Leadership.[/I] the tendrils had wrapped around those White Capes and tossed them in the air like a graduates' hat. Fink looked up to watch them fall back to earth and had noticed one firing three lightening bolts at him.

Managing to dodge two and block one with a tendril Fink had ran over to his older brother. He smiled at him "Let's get you the fuck outta here Sammy!." Fink said then dropped the smile, it was behind his mask after all...The two had to fight there way out and secondly to make a exit. Fink had saw the now ruined box of chocolates and other gifts had become a mess on the ground. Sammy hugged him.
[b]"You still live at the same flat?"[/b] Asked Sammy looking dead at the guy who saved him, he began to piece together who he was, yet before he could figure it out fully Fink The Forrest Dweller had ran back to the prison there was The Puppeteer, a man he found interesting. 

"Happy birthday Sammy!" Shouted Fink as he was closing in on The Puppeteer. He slowed his run to both catch his breath and misguide onlookers into thinking he was walking with swagger. When Fink began to regulate his breathes down to two per second he sprouted two tendrils from his arms. "THE PUPPETEER... I'm, guessing. Let's have a talk if you wouldn't be bothered." As he finished speaking Fink was closing in on The Puppeteer.