Axis slings the bag over his shoulder as John comes back, walking up a sleek swoop painted in black and deep red. He takes the helmet off of the handbars. "We'll just hope it doesn't come to using the holdouts." He stradles the rumbling bike and puts the helmet on, locking it into place and giving it a whack with the heel of his hand.

"Thank you for your help, ma'am," John says.

"C'mon, we're burning daylight."