Glancing out at Ainsworth Street before them, Skater saw that the grappling hook had sunk into the street as planned nearly one hundred fifty meters away, only a few meters from the manhole cover that Duran and Elvis had surrounded with street repair sawhorses less than an hour ago. The cable felt taut, but the incline and the speed they’d generate from a leap on top of the fourteen-story building might be enough to geek them both when they hit the other end without the wings slowing them down.