Chase nodded. The limo pulled out, and the ork turned uptown at the corner. He skillfully injected the oversized vehicle into traffic to the blare of only one or two horns. After just a few blocks, but a great deal of time, Milo turned west. His face reappeared on the monitor. "I'm gonna grab the Westside Highway, then head back east through one of the corp zones. Less traffic." Then he frowned as a thought struck him. "Unless that'll be a problem."