“We can call Coil,” Ballistic said.  “He can send a car to get you where you need to be.”

Yeah, as long as he still cares to help them, which I believe he does.

I shook my head.  I couldn’t wait and trust that a car would arrive in time, or that it would get me where I needed to be.  There would be detours, areas a car couldn’t pass through.

Fly on a cloud of bugs!

I turned and I started running.  Out of the parking garage, past Cherish, Bonesaw and Jack.  They didn’t say anything, and they didn’t try to stop me.

“Oh, so that’s why she’s called Skitter. Makes sense.”