He lands on the mansion grounds, carrying with him a few battle wounds. “The things I do for the people.” Ascending the walk, a soft alarm rings out. His headset whirrs, and a voice sounds.

“Sir, did you alert Stephen of your return?”

“Did you hear me call him?”

“No sir. Though I do say, you sound a bit agitated.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay sir.”

Four dogs from either side rip across the lawn, and each leap forward to greet their guest.
“Sleep.” As he utters the command, streams of gas come out from tiny slits on his suit. Each of the dogs, with mouths agape, swallow a mouth full of sleeping gas.

“Daniel! So you haven’t died! Its close to 4, I was getting worried!” Stephen had, apparently, awoken from the alarm.

“Yes Stephen, I was out late tonight. I hope you don’t mind, as I was protecting a bus of civilians from some hijackers.”

“Always the humble one. Come on inside, your lab is still functional. Have any injuries this time?” The two walked into the mansion. “Go ahead, yell if you need me. Good night.”