The van dipped forward before launching up. The overturned car – it was probably a really nice car at some point, too – made for a surprisingly decent ramp as the van spun in the middle of the air. The tires clung to glass and sprouted burning spikes to claw deeper. I shifted gears and started going fast.

Vertical driving was fun. Hearing Kon scream in my ear was not. “Shut up, you ninny! We’re only driving up the side of a skyscraper! Nothing to worry about here!” I turned the car just in time to swerve onto the roof. The van rocked once, twice, three times, and went still. “Okay. We good?” Kon somehow managed to throw up, “We good.”