The blocks went by in a blur. No doubt any one who saw her probably thought she was committing a crime judging by the speed she was moving at. She wasn't exactly dressed for an evening jog. She didn't care. It kept coming in flashes, momentary glimpses of the side of her parents' apartment building through a strange frame.

Her feet were killing her by the time she had closed the distance between her and her destination. She wasn't used to moving that fast, for one, not since she'd done track in high school, and those boots were [i]not[/i] meant for running. Once she had spotted the parking garage looming in the distance she had known it was where she needed to go.

When she was there she took the elevator just so she had a few moments to catch her breath. At the top she could smell cigarette smoke and she knew she was in the right place. But... now what? She hadn't thought this through very well. Oh well. That was what improvising was for. She hopped onto the back of a low car, into the bed of a pickup, onto the roof, and then up to the top of the box truck. Sure enough, she saw exactly what she had expected.

The smoking man looked shocked for a moment, and she used it to kick him square in the stomach, hoping to send him tumbling off of the other side of the truck.