The Gunmen have this nifty computer program that can reassemble shredded documents, which I guess is essential if you're going to be poring through government trash bins in search of evidence. Exposition time: Meiser made a car that ran on water. The car disappeared. Meiser wouldn't talk. Frohike thinks that he was threatened into silence by Big Oil. Big Oil is almost as fascinating a Big Bad as FEMA was in the X-Files movie. That is, not at all. The Gunmen wax group poetic about this magical car's ability to change the world. Endless supply of energy, end of pollution, et cetera. My eyes glaze over. The document, reassembled, is widely censored. The only bits of information include what looks like a pallet number for a shipped item, and a set of initials: J.T. Frohike opines that their getting this mysterious clue is fate. Because, he says stiffly, the car is still out there: "And we're going to find it, no matter how hard they try to stop us."