Scott's plan was simple.
He would use his skills to steal whatever was in that safe. Then he would follow the trail to the person pulling the strings, the one trying to use them as cannon fodder. He would gather evidence and bring the culprit to justice.
Finally, he would return the stolen property to its elderly owner, safe and sound, as a champion of justice.
"That way, I'll have done a good deed. And the rich old man might even give us a generous reward to thank us."
With that legitimate reward money, he could pay child support and go see Cassie with his head held high. He might even show up his ex-wife and her new boyfriend, the cop.
"I'll prove to them that Scott Lang isn't a thief. He's a real hero!"
That afternoon.
Inside the presidential suite at the Fairmont Hotel.
Miss Skynet had changed into a dark business suit. Her long hair was pinned up, and a pair of rimless glasses gave her an elegant, intellectual air.
"Sir, President Jones's executive meeting begins in forty minutes. I'll be attending as well."
Skynet walked to the bedside, bent down, and left a faint lipstick mark on Homelander's cheek.
Homelander reached out and gave her slender waist a gentle squeeze, drawing a soft gasp from her.
"Go on. Take some of the load off Jessica's shoulders. That silly girl is always pushing herself too hard."
"As you wish, sir."
Skynet straightened and walked out of the suite with graceful steps. The room fell silent again.
Homelander let out a slow breath, tucked his hands behind his head, and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
With his Skyfather-level Steel Body, he could fight nonstop for a month without a trace of lactic acid building up