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Vincent let out a frustrated growl as he continued to circle the building. He felt like a vulture, circling dying prey, when in reality, he wanted to be the predator rather than the scavenger. He knew his job was important, but as he listened to the comms, he knew that Alisa and her team were getting closer to the security room. Not only that, but it looked as if Viktor and Zach were giving him the perfect excuse to -- or, rather, needed his help. [color=teal]"If you guys have it handled from here, I'm gonna go back up Rain and Zatara,"[/color] he said as he already began to bank toward the rear of the building. He came around just in time to see one of the robbers go down, clutching his face as blood poured from his broken nose. Two of the robbers took aim and fired at Viktor as the driver took aim at Zach from behind the cover of the van's door.

Vincent tucked his wings in and dove toward the scuffle, an excited grin plastered on his face as he began to feel the familiar rush of adrenaline flow through his veins. He acted instinctively and landed between the driver and Zach, facing toward his ally, just as the robber fired off his weapon. Vincent's wings combined to form a large shield on his back just before the rounds connected. Vincent opened his mouth to tell Zach he had it from there when he suddenly felt an electric shock shoot through his body. The rounds had slammed against his shield harmlessly enough, but Vincent had no way of knowing they were electrified. The current flowed easily through the steel shield on his back and into his body, locking his muscles in place.

His first concern, despite how difficult it was to think, was his implant: he had no idea if it was protected against electricity like this. If it fried, what would happen to him? Thinking quickly, he detached the steel plate that had been his wings from his back, letting it land on the ground with a loud *clang*. He took a moment to regain himself, now that the electricity no longer seized his body. As he stood up, he turned toward the driver and growled, [color=teal]"You shouldn't have done that."[/color]

The robber tried to take aim, but Vincent was just a bit faster. He dashed forward and slammed a hardened fist against the open door. In the same moment, he used his power once to liquify the steel hinge, then again to send the door flying against the robber who had been using it as cover until just a moment ago.