Who the hell had designed these outfits? At least his was black and functional, not... blue spandex.
Either way, this place was covered, and he had one pissed off fiancee. She was right, and John knew it. He was still weak, comparatively speaking, and his ass shouldn't be here right now. But this was covered, and now the Agency had the address.
Time for a tactical retreat. The overdressed... heroes would finish the job.