Jet: …So…so…Backlash is my Dad, and I’m his daughter and he didn’t want me being a mask, but I am so now I gotta avenge him but…
Midnighter: …I messed it up for you, I know. When you’ve had a couple, your logic gets kinda circular.
Midnighter (over comm link): This is Midnighter. Engineer, can you trace the last teleport signal from here and open a door to it’s destination?
Engineer: Right away.
Jet: Wow. You can just do that?
Midnighter: I’m a stupid macho a-hole. I can do anything.
Jet: Wow. It must be great being major league like you.
Midnighter: It has its moments. Now go on if you’re going.
Jet: Why’d you do this? I know you’re not interested in the contents of my spandex.
Midnighter: ‘Coz I get a nice warm feeling setting a fresh-faced kid on an endless cycle of hideous violence.
Jet: You’re a sick puppy.
Midnighter: ‘Swhy I get these jobs. Tödt’s going to be tough, you know. Want a hand?
Jet: Uh-uh. You’ve “helped” enough. This is for me. And my Dad.
Jet: Goodbye, Midnighter.
Midnighter: Good luck kid.