He drove the Hummer onto Intercity 25 and took it north without concern. Whomever it had belonged to, wherever it had come from, Chase knew that within minutes it would be the registered and legal property of the identity on the credstick locked into the ignition slot. It was one of three newly forged credsticks that he'd been presented with halfway through his blind exit out of the haven. The Hummer had been Shiva's idea. It even had a full tank of fuel.