call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

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[mylegalname]

John will trade Cam the dowser for keys to the car!

[from_scratch]

Cam hands John a - keylike thing - a very futuristic keylike thing - and takes the dowser and hops in the passenger seat.

[mylegalname]

It's not so futuristic that he can't figure out how to start the car with it, and he discovers that everything else is pretty familiar too. Maybe cars don't change that much in however many years, or maybe Tony was thinking of him.

He doesn't even have to tell the Joker to put on his seatbelt. Cam, on the other hand...

[from_scratch]

Cam just sort of looks at him. "What? It's fueled up."

[mylegalname]

"You're not wearing your seatbelt," he points out.

[from_scratch]

"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."

[mylegalname]

"It's still technically illegal, but I'm not going to waste time arguing."

Out they go.

[from_scratch]

"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.

[mylegalname]

"No, which is one of the reasons I'm not going to waste time arguing."

[from_scratch]

"Anyway, we want to go northeast, looks like."

[mylegalname]

"Got it."

He heads in the appropriate direction and waits for further information.

[from_scratch]

Cam continues providing cardinal directions as they weave through the city.

[mylegalname]

They approach the bomb! They approach the bomb more closely!

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.

[from_scratch]

"Tony, you want to work while it's moving or should I flatten some tires?"

[allthebrightest]

"This is weirdly easy," she says. "I can work while it's moving, but I wanna get closer first. See what I'm doing."

[from_scratch]

"I mean, it could be a decoy of some kind."

[mylegalname]

"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."

[allthebrightest]

"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."

[from_scratch]

"Yeah, I can replace them no problem, but why wouldn't you just turn them to glass and back?"

[allthebrightest]

"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."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, yeah, air them and say when."

[allthebrightest]

"Deal."

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."

[from_scratch]

Cam replaces the doors.

He peers at the dowser.

[allthebrightest]

The dowser registers only the fading traces of what was previously a nuclear bomb and is now a lump of metal.

Tony sits back smugly.

[from_scratch]

"Dowser thinks that did the trick."