Leonard blew the server room as soon as they reached the penthouse floor. The shock rocked the building again and with the servers, went the noise. With the new quiet, he could hear the rotators of a helicopter revving up. He cursed venomously, but let it go.

He shifted Daredevil off his shoulder and settled him on the ground. He patted a hand against the side of the lawyer's neck gently. "Come back to me, Matt. I need you coherent." He shrugged the duffel bag off his shoulder and pulled the parachute out. He slipped the straps over Daredevil's shoulders, buckling the straps around him and cinching them snug.

Cold cast a glance at the door to the roof. This would be dicey. Especially if, and Fisk seemed the type of man, he told his men not to let Matt and Snart out alive or die trying.

"You're in no condition to fight and I can't carry you through this. Deploy the chute immediately and the secondary should give enough drag to work. I'm gonna go with plan A and fight my way back down. Without him watching, it should be simple enough." That was a lie. He knew he was grossly outnumbered but his odds were better if he wasn't supporting Matt's weight. Even so, his odds were terrible.