The car rolled ominously past where Remy was standing, twirling the bo and whistling. He pounced onto the top, grinned and slammed the stick through the hood. A soft light grew and the engine blew itself out of the mounting and the car bucked up, laughing the mutant into the air.
Three men in suits and chunky jewelry came coughing out of the car, waving gun or wiping their eyes.