The limo moved slowly cross-town, waiting for lights at each intersection, then waiting even longer for the stream of pedestrians to clear. Finally, the car reached the western edge of Manhattan and turned northward. The drive tunneled them quickly uptown, and Milo exited just shy of Fifty-seventh Street in the shadow of the architecturally impossible, DNA-like spiral of the one-hundred-story headquarters of Prometheus Engineering. They moved past the watchful gaze of a pair of lightly armed NYPD Inc. officers and began moving east on Fifty-seventh itself. Cara strained to get a better view of the towering glass and plasticrete skyrakers surrounding them.