No.

"I'll be fine. No need to put anyone else at risk."

"Good. We don't have time to fly you down there, so you'll have to use the transporters. I have a bike waiting for you in front of the tube. Just ride in and it will spit you out about a mile south of the Mint. Once the threat of the toxin is neutralized, radio up and I'll send in the cavalry." You give the Martian a nod and then run off to the transporter room. As he said, you find a motorcycle there, so you hop on and ride through. In a flash, you find yourself in a garage. You exit, get your bearings and proceed to the Mint.

Approaching the gates, you see a news van and just beyond is the reporter you saw on tv. Her shirt has now been ripped open, exposing a lacy black bra and she is being wildly fucked by her cameraman. That relationship's never going to be the same you think to yourself as you drive by and enter the grounds. You ditch the bike before approaching the building, covering the last distance on foot to remain more stealthy. Along the way you pass a handful of guards in various states of dress and consciousness. Outside the main building there is a truck backed up to a loading bay. You approach it cautiously, but nobody is around. The truck is only about half filled, so you figure the robbers must have gone back inside for another load. Entering the building, you hear voices down one of the hallways, so you quietly creep in that direction. As you get closer, you listen in on their conversation.

"Hurry up!" one of the goons shouts.

"What's the rush? Everyone around is either fucking themselves or fucking whoever is closest to them. We already took care of these two bitches and if any other supers show up, they'll get dosed too."

"Yeah, but the boss is going to be mad if we're late. You know how he gets," replies the first goon.

"Fuck Johnson. He can wait a few minutes to get his gold."

"Both of you, shut up and finish loading the cart!" a third voice chimes in.

"Hey douchebags, we've got two Grade A Super Sluts here all sexed up and all you can think about is getting out of here? Fuck that. I'm gettin my dick wet." That sounds like your cue to intervene.

You peer around the corner into the giant vault room and get the lay of the land. Thankfully all three robbers have their backs to you. One and Three are loading gold bricks onto a wheeled cart while Two stands nearest to you, unbuckling his pants as he stands over a hot writhing mass of superheroine flesh. Wonder Woman and Power Girl are on the vault floor in a 69 position and appear to be going at each other quite vigorously, moaning loudly into each other's pussies.

Two's pants hit the floor and you're about out of time. You hit him with a tranq dart and he drops like a sack of potatoes. The sound of him crumpling draws the attention of the other thugs.

"Johnny, what the hell? Did all the blood run out of your brain into your--Oh Shit!" You manage to catch one more of them with a dart, but the third ducks behind the pile of gold bricks before you can get him. As you close the distance on him, you hear him shout, "Team two, we are under atta---" You knock him out, but the damage is done. You're going to have another group of thugs to deal with shortly.