Less than an hour later, Jonathon had assembled a team and the equipment they needed. One of the runners, a human street samurai called Samantha, had run on the Venice Beach Hilton before. A veteran runner, all padded up in form-fitting body armor, she was ready to rock and roll at any moment. She helped Jonathon and Grids, who’d actually seen the inside of Michaelson’s suite, to formulate a plan.