'Fourteen blocks East, five South.' Albert signs quickly. It will put them soundly into a warehouse district of the main city. A little closer to where there may be actual fighting, but away from any arguably innocent civilians should the worst occur.

Albert watches Sam take off, wondering again with a pang where the hell Jet could be, and then folds himself into the crowds on the streets, winding his way among thoroughfares and back alleys alike to reach the rendezvous point without chance of being followed.