"Sir, we have a problem."
Bruce visibly tensed hearing the distress in Alfred's voice, and also seeing such a haggard look about him. It was completely out of character.
"The door- It didn't close. That's because someone is trying to open it!" he continued.
"Do you know who?"
"No, all I saw was shadows. I crashed the car into the door and ran back to lock everything. You need to come back immediately!"
"Sit tight, I'll be right there." And he ended the conversation.
He pulled the binoculars from his face and deposited them back into the glove box. Looks like I'm cutting this stake-out short.
All Penguin and the others heard was a crash. But what they saw was more of interest. The front wheel of a vehicle smashed the device and tore its way through the opening. The hood peeked out from under the wreckage. His helpers were around him, jaws dropped. Penguin looked back and forth between the two closest to him before stomping one foot into the ground. "Well… What are you waiting for?! We're on a schedule! Get the car out of the way!"
The two quickly ran forward and were soon joined by the others. Their combined efforts were able to move the obstacle fairly quickly. Though that didn't stop Penguin from continuously yelling at them for 'taking too long'.
Penguin brought a walkie-talkie up to his lips. "It's clear, bring it in!"