Michael looked down at the suit he just finished working on, "yah it's ready it's charged to 90 percent it should be enough to get through till tommorrow night." He stood putting the helmet on, "the jet my father had made is fast enough to get to Washington fast." 

"Let's get moving then, I think were ready to get Frost out of the way. And throw him in prison for the rest of his life." He stood up, he led tem to the jet. "It'll hold all of us in it, and it'll get us there an back here kali I think you can drive us there." He walked into the jet itself, he held the ropes on the roof so he wouldn't have to sit down.