The first missile skimmed over the roof of the car.
Johnny swore beneath the car, and flames blasted backward as the whole car slid sideways in midair.
Ben's head hit the window.
"I told you this thing shouldn't fly!"
"Well, whose fault is it they timed it so perfectly! All the aircraft modules were taken off! We couldn't fly it!"
Using his Spider-Man powers, Chen Mo clung motionless to the car's interior. He opened the door to jump out while shouting back at Ben.
Johnny shouted from underneath, too. "Welcome aboard Human Torch Airlines! Please save all passenger complaints until after we crash!"
Chen Mo gripped the door with one hand, leaned halfway outside, and climbed his way onto the crown of the car.
"You're not getting a tip with that attitude!"
"Live long enough to land before you leave a bad review!"
The helicopter dipped its nose, and two rows of honeycomb launch pods popped out beneath its fuselage.
Small drones swarmed out like hornets whose nest had just had its door kicked in.
On a cloudless night, New York's lights shone clear and bright.
That made the Administrative Bureau insignias overhead look especially filthy.
Just kidding. The smog actually made the distant lights impossible to see.
It was all equally filthy.
Natasha leaned halfway out and fired her pistol three times. The lead drone exploded, and fragments struck the roof in a clattering barrage.
Susan raised a hand and held up a transparent force field.
The drone fragments struck it like a handful of coins scattered across a glass dome.
Reed's arm stretched from the front seat to the back, curved around Ben's shoulder, and ripped an entire section of wiring out from beneath the dashboard.
Ben looked down at the ever-lengthening hand.
"Could you give me some