By now Alastair was practically leaning against him, enthralled by the idea of finally doing something about the City's most pressing problem instead of just whining about it. Superheroes could whine and throw up their hands and say they could do nothing, but did they try?

"It'll be difficult," he admitted, "I won't lie. But I'll get through. I'll spend every day and night on it if I have to. The key is to hack the systems around it, so the Porter doesn't realize it's the target. Not until it's too late and I'm in, and I'm blocking cameras and shutting down motion sensors." He gave another low chuckle. "Yeah, it can't disable your work if you don't connect them to its systems. It won't see you coming at all."

Alastair purred a low, thoughtful hum. "What do you wanna blow up? The lobby of the Porter lab? The MAC? I bet...if I lay an obvious trace and get it to follow my hacks, it'll be distracted. You can get in pretty close."