runs through traffic

“Come on,” I growled. There was a spot close where I might have a chance to handle the thing, if we could make it there. I took a left, sprinted diagonally across an intersection and nearly got us hit by a fancy town-SUV. Horns blared—at least for a few seconds. Then the otso came sprinting its ghostly way across the intersection in pursuit of us, blowing out lights and engines (and horns) with equal disdain.
I glanced down at the bomb in my hands and gulped. The otso was apparently as disruptive to tech as me when I was working. If it got close enough to set the thing off…
I needed open space.
The Battle of Chicago had left a lot of wreckage. The Titan’s arcane superweapon had collapsed forty-four buildings, most of them of the very tall persuasion, and dozens more had been damaged or destroyed when they collapsed. In the month that had gone by since then, they’d mostly gotten the streets cleared out where possible, but there were still entire blocks covered in rubble and wreckage, and the city had been forced to resort to simply walling off those blocks with sheets of plastic until the reclamation and salvage crews from the city’s rebuilding project could come through and start digging them free. The news estimated that it would be at least a year before all the rubble was cleaned up, and maybe another one before all the reconstruction could begin.
Come to think of it, Marcone was making them look incompetent with what he was doing. Good to know it wasn’t just me he did that to.
Two blocks away was a wall of eight-foot high orange and white plastic sheeting covered with environmental hazard warnings, and I headed for it the only way I thought could slow down the otso behind us:
I ran straight through traffic.
Headlights flared in my eyes. Cars honked and swerved. I had to stagger to one side, hauling a babbling Tripp with me to avoid a garbage truck, and I heard the thing hit the indestructible flesh of the spirit bear with a shockingly loud crunch of metal and breaking glass and exploding headlights.


The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 13, Page 84-85