"Cool," says Tony approvingly. "That is cool and you are cool. Let's go, everybody. Cam, you made the dowser, presumably you know how to use it, you can sit up front and dowse."
Cam hands John a - keylike thing - a very futuristic keylike thing - and takes the dowser and hops in the passenger seat.
He doesn't even have to tell the Joker to put on his seatbelt. Cam, on the other hand...
"I am indestructible and I can't teleport. The bullshit about being 'thrown clear' which humans use as an idiot excuse actually applies to me."
Out they go.
"Is someone going to pull you over for a seatbelt violation while there's municipal anarchy and you are, so I'm told, a cop?" Cam inquires archly.
He heads in the appropriate direction and waits for further information.
Cam continues providing cardinal directions as they weave through the city.
They turn a corner, and there's a truck up ahead.
"I'm gonna guess that's our target," mutters John.
There are a pair of odd-looking beige tanks escorting it - but at the moment, both are in front of the truck, out of the group's way.
"Tony, you want to work while it's moving or should I flatten some tires?"
"This is weirdly easy," she says. "I can work while it's moving, but I wanna get closer first. See what I'm doing."
"I'm not sure they have the resources to make a decoy that's radioactive," says John. "I guess I wouldn't be that surprised if they do."
"Cam, if I take the doors off the back of the truck can you put them back on just how they were when I'm done messing with what's inside? If we do it fast enough, they might not even notice we did anything. And then we can dowse some more, see if they've got another one."
"Yeah, I can replace them no problem, but why wouldn't you just turn them to glass and back?"
"Because if I turn them to air I can see better, and this is not the kind of thing where I wanna be distracted by a reflection."
As soon as they're within what she judges to be a comfortable distance, the rear doors of the truck dissolve into air.
There is a large menacing round object inside.
Then there is a large and not particularly menacing cloud of glowing fwuff, and then there is a large menacing round object again.
"Okay, put the doors back," she says. "No more working parts in that thing - it's solid titanium all the way through."
Tony sits back smugly.