"Unfortunately, that still counts as human." His father was a corrupt cop who beat his kids and treated everyone like trash. But he still died when shot in the heart with the Cold Gun. He was betting Fisk would too.

Cold tensed when he heard that voice over the intercom. Even more reason to not vocalise his plans of target locations.

"I don't doubt that." He replied to the disembodied voice bitterly. "But you seem to have me confused with a mercenary. See, I just take pleasure in depriving rich assholes of their valuables." He pulled Matt to a stop when he reached the server room. No time for picking locks. He froze the door and kicked it in, helped Matt to the ground, then hastily set the explosives.