The DocWagon in Skater’s view looked like it had been through hell. The bulletproof glass in the right-rear quarter panel had taken a direct hit from something violent and nasty. Although it hadn’t allowed penetration, the window was warped and sticking out of its molding, spider-webbed so badly by fractures that visibility was nil. Black scorch marks covered the rest of the vehicle, glossing over some of the tears across its metallic hide. Broken support struts showed where the rear bumper had once been, but gave no indication as to where it might be now.