Tony smirked and put his helmet back on, then took a backwards step towards the opening before he stopped.
"So, Miss Lance, perhaps it would be more comfortable piggy back," he said, turning towards the opening and waiting for her.
A brief, straight forward mission, no victim casualties, and a hot blonde in a skimpy costume. Tonight had worked out rather well for him.
"Let's blow this joint before the boys in blue detain us for damaging the building." Yeah. There was no bitterness about the results of the New York Battle there. None at all.