"All right, all right, there's no absolute answer to this topic. Just take it as me spouting nonsense, or simply think of me as a staunch racist warrior of 'human supremacy.'"
Tony said with a laugh, his tone light and self-deprecating.
"You weren't spouting nonsense."
Maya Hansen rolled her eyes at Tony, looking like she had recovered her spirits.
Only then did Tony ask, "By the way, you didn't come looking for me just for that, did you? Oh, right, not here. The place you mentioned. I'll drive."
With an arm around Maya Hansen's shoulders, Tony leisurely led her toward the villa's underground garage—the garage with its own flight track, where he had built and test-flown his second Iron Man armor.
As they passed JARVIS, Tony suddenly asked, "By the way, JARVIS, it seemed like you had something you didn't finish saying earlier. You can say it now."
JARVIS immediately replied, "Sir, Ms. Pepper is controlling the Mark VII armor and is currently flying toward the villa. Thirty seconds until arrival. Twenty-nine seconds, twenty-eight seconds..."
JARVIS directly began counting down.
Tony's expression changed instantly at those words. "Shit! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
He swept up the still-uncomprehending Maya Hansen in a bridal carry and used the one blink of his lifetime to arrive in the underground garage.
"Open every passageway! Launch me straight out, then call Supersonic to pick me up!" Tony practically roared the order.
JARVIS cooperated by opening the skylight dome, while Tony, still holding the baffled Maya Hansen, casually climbed into a sports car with her.
The vehicle display lit up, and an incredibly eye-catching Transformers emblem appeared before Maya Hansen's eyes. Of course, she had no idea what the symbol represented.
As the villa's dome opened, Tony rapidly operated the projected virtual keyboard above