Thomas had watched it all. His eyes had followed every motion that had happened below him. Everything from the police taking their formation, to the ATM's being thrown at the cruiser. The chopper came, but it didn't pay any attention at all to Thomas. He watched the chopper soaring in the air, the sniper on the side of the chopper taking aim at the super-strong man below. But that's when the pillar shot up. Thomas felt as it all happened in slowmotion, as the gigantic chunk of steel, stone and rebar hit the chopper, penetrating the hull of the cockpit, crushing the two pilots, and then with motion still left found it's way into the middle of the chopper, making the aircraft explode. Just a few meters away from the Texan.

His eyes were wide-open as he watched the burning debris sail towards the ground, where the police had luckily gotten out of the way. Thomas clenched his fist with anger, he knew he couldn't just sit on the roof anymore. He had to act. He looked to the side. He saw the two SWAT trucks coming a block away. Gritting his teeth, he looked to the door that lead down into the staircase. He let the irony remain lost on him, a thought in the back of his head cursing the fact that he had to fight inside a building, where he couldn't utilize his wings properly.

He kicked the door open, just as the building shook. And as he looked back ,he entire section he had been standing on, the part that was above the entrance, had collapsed. His attention quickly turned to the task ahead. He put his hand onto his back, arming himself with one of the batons he carried. He flicked his wrist, making the weapon extend into it's battle-ready state.

Thomas heard voices below him, probably at the bottom of the staircase, behind the other door.
They sounded scared. [I] Hostages.[/i] He thought, he jumped down the stairs, using his wings like a parachute to allow him to land safely at the bottom of the staircase, however, it was with a rather loud thud. A voice, angry, was heard. “The fuck was that? Jackson, check it out.”

One man, armed with military Assault Rifle walked through the door, Thomas dashed to the side, taking cover behind the door that had been opened. As Jackson looked out, he didn't see anything. “Probably just some debris from the boss tearin' the place apart.” Jackson walked back into the hallway, towards his partner. However, much hos his surprise, the vigilante charged from behind, Thomas hid the inside of Jackson's knee, forcing him down on the other, with his free hand, Thomas directed the weapon in the thug's hand towards his partner, firing a spree of bullets into the vest of the other man, knocking him off his feet. Thomas grabbed the gun from Jackson's hands, whom was crying out in pain from the leg, and hit him with the butt of the gun, knocking him out. 

He walked towards the other thug, his wings still towards his body, the man was trying to catch his breath from the bullets hitting his vest. Thomas brought his boot down into the man's chest, making him let out a loud scream, before he fainted.

The hostages were gagged with rags in their mouth and bound by zipties.

Thomas looked at them, and thought the whole thing out. He wanted to free them. But the odds of them being able to I.D him if he'd let them get a good look of him, or backup coming and taking him by surprise was too high. So Thomas just left with a “ I'll be back.”

Thomas walked towards the main entrace, where he was met with another two thugs, just around the corner of the hostages. Thomas side-stepped, to disorient the thug's aim. “Hey, we've got some- what the fuck's that?!” The thug shouted as the other man had spread his wings, the wings stretching as wide as the corridor. Thomas used his left hand to grab two feathers from his right wing, and threw them, like shuriken, into the arm of the left thug, and with the other, he flung the Baton into the chest of the Thug not wounded by the feathers. He then calmly walked over to the thug holding his bleeding arm. If he wasn't pissed, he would probably have admired just how sharp his feathers were, but instead, he just punched the thug out cold. He plucked the feathers out of the thug, putting them in his pocket, as well as picking up his baton again. The thug whom he had hit with the stick, however was still awake. “Wh-who.. What are you..” The man wheezed. Thomas let out a scoff. Bringing the man up from the ground, easily hauling the 200 pound man up against the wall. Thomas held the man by the throat, not choking him, but it certainly would've hurt. He stared into his eyes. “Angel.” He spoke, as he thug scoffed, and let out a groan, his left arm shot out, a knife in hand, going for the vigilante's ribs. Thomas reacted fast enough, however, and grabbed him by the wrist, snapping it with a muffled grunt, he then brought his elbow into the man's face, knocking him out cold.

He headed into the main hallway, where the dust was thick, Thomas held his breath, as he could for several minutes without any issues. His eyes did do well in dust, but not great. 
Thomas saw the back of the giant of a man as he headed down a corridor on the other side of the bank, leading to what Thomas would assume was the vault. 

[I] Taking the guy who can fling pillars like it's nothing out.. Well.. That's gonna be tricky.[/i] Thomas thought, as he walked, making sure to sneak as best as he could.