Skater silently agreed, but he did it while he raced to the side of the Hyundai Offroader he’d chosen out of the collection of motorcycles. Most of them were street sleds and wouldn’t be able to handle the rough terrain they were going to have to navigate to make their escape. He sheathed the monofilament sword in the scabbard over his back and caught the small knife Elvis flipped at him. In a matter of seconds, he’d stripped the wires and jumped the ignition. The Offroader started with a growl.