Vlad moved into action immediately after his conversation with Ella. He gave Helena some excuse of having a business crisis, telling her he would be back soon and not to worry. He hadn't had proper time to be prepared, so he had to make do with what he already had. He had tape, and he had rope; both kept in his office, the one room Helena never went in. For good measure he took a gun, sliding it under his belt and stuffing the other items in a small bag before leaving.
He took the elevator, holding his breath the entire time and exhaling in relief when it brought him to the sixth floor without trouble. Time was of the essence here, adrenaline urging him forward even if he still wasn't sure why he was doing this, beyond the satisfaction of being the one to lock Shane up. Once he reached 601 he wasted no time in knocking, preparing himself to deliver the crucial blow as soon as the door opened.
He paused for only a second, just enough time to find his target and make sure his aim was true. Vlad's face was nothing but a blank mask of stone as he brought his right hand back and forward, throwing almost every bit of power he possessed into the blow to Shane's jaw.