Rogue had already had her people prepare the vehicles. They were all untraceable dirty cars—stolen, in other words.
She had even procured the miniature tactical nuke. Although it was not the same model Johnny had used back then, this new nuclear bomb, supposedly developed during the Night City Independence War, had no radiation—only a more powerful blast. It was very practical.
Sometimes people needed a nuke's radiation to kill personnel, and sometimes they did not. Take the Soviet Union's nuclear firefighting method, for example: using nuclear bombs to put out forest fires. In those situations, no one wanted radioactive residue.
"This is one of the nuclear bombs left behind in Night City during the Independence War. It should have been in Colonel Hans's Arsenal, not in the trunk of a car outside a nightclub."
Songbird swept her eyes over it, checked the encoding on the nuke, and confirmed its origin.
"Heh. This is Night City. As long as there's business to be made, someone will make it."
Rogue shrugged indifferently, adjusted her hair, turned to tell her people to watch over her nightclub, then headed for the cars by the roadside.
"Originally, I just wanted to get a nuke to commemorate Johnny. But now, it seems it has a better use."
"Fine. We'll use yours tonight. I had one prepared too, but its yield was too high. It would be too easy to hurt innocent people." Su Ming chose a car from the convoy with satisfaction, took the passenger seat in Rogue's vehicle, then stuck his head out the window to add, "Let's go, Songbird. Remember to wipe out all the surveillance feeds along the way."
"Relax. This isn't my first day in the business. But I'm riding in that car." She pointed at Ciri's Sword in the Stone, obviously