The pain wasn’t as bad as Skater had thought it would be when he came to a stop. He peered up through the manhole and saw Elvis standing in the middle of Ainsworth Street ten blocks down from the Mariah Building at the intersection of South Sixth Street with the other end of the T-bar gripped in both massive hands, a support halter around his neck. The troll’s muscles stood out in chiseled relief, veins close to bursting with the effort. His shirt had given up the fight and shredded along his arms. Even the zippers holding the body armor burst. His natural strength would probably have been enough to handle their weight, but the cyber-augmentation in his body added even more.