The entire section of road is now Goop.  Lots and lots of Goop.

Flywheel steps directly into the path of the oncoming firetruck and waits.

Holy shit???

Over a dozen tons of bright-red fire engine roars down into Cara.  It doesn't make an effort to stop her - why bother?  She's not an obstacle.

HOLY SHIT SHE'S GOING TO DIE -

That's an understandable perspective, really. 

However, it is simply not true.

The firetruck comes within 50cm of Flywheel. Then it stops.

 It doesn't experience any deceleration or jolt of movement. From the perspective of the vehicle's reference frame, the world around it was moving; now it is not. 

"Clear!", says Flywheel's interpreter over the comms.

Holy shit what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

She's got a plan for this.  She rolls under the firetruck, ignores the startled yelp of the firefighter who sees her diving under the frame of the truck.  She's found and killed the carnapper in under eight seconds from the time of the stop.  "Clear!"

"Flywheel ready for relocation to target #2," the new voice says as Sinkhole extracts herself from underneath the truck. 

"Ready here, as well."  She'll hold still and wait for the vworp.

So will Flywheel.

Vworp.

The next intercept point is a curve - this one has been doing circles in the downtown streets all night.  It seems to be allergic to straightaways, as though it's doing its best to learn how to take corners tighter and tighter.

Needless to say, the firefighters on board are not thrilled.

Presumably they, like their colleagues before them, will be briefly terrified at the sight of a tall woman in motorcycle gear standing directly in their path as they round this corner.

WHY YES THEY ARE HOW COULD YOU GUESS

Pattern recognition.

(They're stationary now, by the way.)

WE'RE OUT OF HERE

Carol has to shoulder one of them aside in order to get to the bottom - same spot as before?  Great.

It turns to metal shards under her gloved fist.

She rolls back out.  "Clear."

Flywheel's proxy indicates that she is ready for the last truck.

Vworp.  They had planned an intercept point, but it's abundantly clear that Flywheel doesn't actually need one.  Instead of waiting ten minutes for the truck to hit the intercept point, the esper duo is vworped a minute down the road from the screaming fire engine.

Flywheel doesn't bother turning to face this one. She can hear approaching it just fine.

This time, Carol tries to only goop the area immediately in front of the tires.  It works pretty well, though she'd have to practice more to get it down to a science.

But with Flywheel around, she won't need to practice.

"HEY LADY GET OUTTA THE ROAD I CAN'T CON - "