A lot of things happened within the first 180 seconds of the so called 'Alpha squad' landing at the bank, the most principle of which was Vincent quickly scurrying off to a corner to vomit into a miraculously un-demolished potted plant. Whatever Frankenstein-esque concoction of Julian's future-tech and Conor's bastard runes the pair had come up with had felt like it had teleported Vincent, left his stomach behind, and then suddenly caught up with itself and transplanted it back in, only upside-down and back-to-front. He heaved the last of his lunch in the now-soiled topsoil, and cursed Julian's experiments while resolving to walk back to the base after the night was done. 

The second thing that happened was farcical comedy of errors that wrapped up near the entire team; Vincent lifted his head just in time to watch a man the size of a gorilla who'd just eaten another gorilla burst through the wall and slammed into Charity and Conor. The pair went flying and then all of sudden Jules had drawn a pistol and was unloading rounds into the beast's back - Vincent was taken aback by their erstwhile leader's readiness to dispense lethal violence, and felt within him an odd sense of near-relief when he witnessed the bullets merely dent the brute's skin, like his muscles were weaved of Kevlar. The response was far more effective: briefcase or not, Vincent could feel the blow Julian took as he was tossed backwards. Dandy got involved, and then Charity was suddenly on her feet and around their foe's neck with surprising speed and resilience.

And then Hana turned up, and all semblance of control over the situation was ripped through the floor with her.