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 confidence with the situation at hand was ripped through the floor with her. 

Vincent stared at the hole in the floor as Julian got to feet and incapacitated the first thug; Vincent recoiled slightly at the man's yells and the distinct smell of smoke and burnt flesh, mixing in his nasal cavity with the faint odour of his own puke drifting up from the plant beside him. Pale and still unsteady on his feet, he stood straight and walked over to Jules as Charity and Muttley untangled themselves from the brute's limp form. Vincent risked poking the man's ribs with his foot, and was quietly satisfied when a low groan escaped his mouth.

[color=9370DB]"Any more experiments lined up for the outing, Jules? Lucky this guy still has eyeballs after that zap."[/color] He kicked the discarded pistol, sending it skittering across the marble floor and clattering off the wall. [color=9370DB]"And I didn't realise you ran the Red Hood Fan Club."[/color] Vincent's voiced became firm and critical, so far removed from his usual flippancy that even Vincent was surprised. [color=9370DB]"Tone it down. I'm only comfortable being a [i]petty[/i] criminal."[/color]