Flattery will get you nowhere Miss Hardy but the gesture is graciously accepted. I was once a trashman for the Royal Family but I am just an old butler now. I remember meeting your father once. He was one of a few men to get the better of me and I respected him. Robbed me blind he did.
With a grin Gibson tranquilized Victor who was now eerily silent and still and before the elevator closed the butler in a flash of black steel deflected another harpoon gun that fired from under a table sheathing the blade in one quick and fluid motion. Few can match the skillset of Baskerville. I have defended the master longer than even he is aware of. He is my grandson.
That was a revelation the younger knight was unaware of as well as him being the operative Baskerville. The elevator reached it's destination as he pocketed his wire gloves and helped get Victor to the waiting stretcher. The Hound and the Black Cat working together. Ironic isn't it?
As they made their way to the medical area through the lab there was a black and gold powered armor behind reinforced glass made for the old man and a sleek all black armor clearly made for a female pilot with a set of claws, line launchers and a domino mask. Victor had built armors in the event stealth and skill were not enough between them an all black Saber sat almost complete holding a matching Sonic Claymore pointed at the floor - hands rested atop the pommel. The female suit faded in and out of sight every few seconds.