"Yeah, but it’s beginning to shape up like some of this was personal. Someone used you, and us along with you." The ork made a lane change, running a sedate ten kilometers over the posted speed limit. His fangs were edged ivory against his scarred cheeks. "A fragging lot of weight is hanging out there, waiting to come down on somebody. Even if we ran we’d probably get chased down and geeked one by one. Since we don’t know, there’s a safety in numbers. Could be whoever set this up figured the team would split up and be easier to get to. Most would have."