Deathlok sighed to himself as everyone left. He was placed with the burden of tying all these guys up. He checked his leg compartment for some, only to reveal that all he had packed that day was his major repairs kit. He sighed to himself as he thought of what to do. They were still unconscious, right? Well, most of them were. If the police were fast enough they could scoop all these guys up in one swoop. He knocked out three of the four still conscious bad guys out, leaving the messenger.

"Hey, can you do me a solid and go tell your boss about us? That'd be awful nice, and you know what I do to not nice people." He said, lightly tapping an unconscious mafia goon with his foot. The messenger shakily got up and ran out of the warehouse, swearing profusely. Matt then proceeded to call the police, tell them the address, and quickly escape before they had found the metal vigilante. 

"Day well spent. Well, some of the day well spent. A true hero never stops fighting!" Matt mumbled to himself as hopped between the roofs of homes. There was an incredibly small amount of traffic up there for obvious reasons, and because Matt had rocket boosters, there was little to no risk in being up there. Besides, the wind was nice up here, and it was quieter, which allowed Deathlok to focus more. While walking and going over the events for the day, something Legion had said reminded him of an issue he had been putting off. Money. Matt could only coast on his inheritance for so long. Sure, it wasn't a problem now, hell it wouldn't be an issue for months due to the fact he didn't need food, but it was still an issue. He sighed to himself as he looked down at the small people below. "Man. Wish you were here, dad..."