"I'm thrilled to have your cooperation," Knock Out says with palpable smugness, curling his fingers in obvious pleasure. "I'll forward you the coordinates. Meet me in an hour, mm? I can assure you it won't take long."

Sure enough, an hour later Knock Out's alt mode is parked comfortably in the parking lot of a massive concrete building emblazoned only with the ominous brand of IKEA. His avatar is hovering out by the front doors, ostensibly playing with his phone with a terrifically bored expression on his face.