I cried in my frustration, seeing the trap door that led to safety so far overhead. But then Fede was beside me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he crouched low—and sprang upward, using all the power contained in the hydraulic implants in his cyberlegs. Pain flared in my chest as his arms squeezed against my cracked rib, and stars sparkled before my eyes. As we sailed upward I had a giddy moment, imagining myself a ball that Fede was about to slam through an ollamaliztli ring . . .