Victor grinned and kissed Felicia, confident that they'd win against whatever monster had an asskicking in his immediate future. "This suit can take a beating and give one far better than my old rust buckets could. It's been tested against my best armor support units and has the shields to stand up to three of the Warhorse tanks simultaneously and enough firepower to reduce them to scrap. It's roughly equivalent to Stark's mark 7 armor so it'll do."
Looking at company manifests Victor was searching for private planes that could be ready to fly in fifteen minutes, finding his main jet ready."I can have the Pendragon waiting on a private airstrip in an hour if you want. She can fly you anywhere you want to go. Just say the word and she'll be ready."