Inside, one of the men in tactical gear stared at his station’s monitor, panicking. “Whoever—or whatever—the guy is, he just tied our cannon into a pretzel! And now he’s on top of the tank! Let’s get out of here! Maybe we can shake him off once we’re outside!”
“The boss won’t like it if we leave before we’re done,” said a man who seemed to rank higher than the first one. “I’ve got a better idea than shaking him off. We’ll shock him off.”
“Nice,” the first man said, grinning.
The second man pressed a button. Outside, energy crackled over the surface of the shining vehicle. ZZZZZZTTTPP!
Unfazed, Superman kept searching for a hatch.

Chapter 2