One Watchkeeper looks over at The Visionary.
"You think d' boss is gonna be okay?"
The driver glances at the rear view mirror.
"Course he is, ye idiot." Suddenly he begins honking the horn. "Hey, c'mon, move it! We got to get this hot merch pawned before the heroes get wise."
"Is the Mask at the docks?"
"Nah, he's got an arms deal or something there, but he ain't gonna be there. He'll be in the Club Falcon in Old Gotham, sure of it."
Suddenly The Visionary grumbles.
"O-obbr-nhagh."
"Eh?"
"O-over-rride."
Weakly The Visionary hands over the remote activator. "Get the rest of the bots up and running. Executioner types only. This'll activate the new ones we just got. Waterproof. Flame-throwing. Acid-spitting. Titanium, the works."
The Watchkeeper starts to grab for it, but The Visionary grabs his hand. A tight grip for someone so disoriented. "You try anything besides killing those heroes behind us and I'll zap a hole in yer head."
"Heroes!? Behind us!?" The Keeper turns back. "I don't see nothing."
The Visionary chuckles, pointing towards his one good bionic eye. "Heh heh. I do. Alleyway three blocks back. These new ones will stop em."
The Watchkeeper shrugs, turns on the control, and starts pressing buttons. The Type 2 Eye Bots begin to move.