Her maps app showed an emergency room just two miles away, a matter of seconds. She was in luck and found an ambulance that had justunloaded a patient. She came to a sudden, startling stop in front of a paramedic just climbing out of the back of the red-and-white ambulance.

“I need you,” Shade said, and without waiting pushed the woman back inside and slammed the door. She zoomed around to the driver, opened his door, yanked him out as gently as she could, which was not very gently. “You, I don’t need.”
 Shade hopped up into the driver’s seat.

“Hey! You can’t—” the driver protested, but by that point Shade had thrown the vehicle into gear, executed a tire-squealing reverse out of the emergency room loading area, spun the wheel, and taken off.

“Hey! Hey!” the captive paramedic in the back yelled as she was tossed back and forth by maneuvers carried out at speeds no normal human driver could manage.

“Strap in!”

“You can’t—”

“And yet, I did.”

This was no sports car, and it was top-heavy and precarious on corners. Coming around one sharp turn the vehicle started to tip, but its driver had extraordinary speed and felt the roll coming and shifted the wheel just enough to bounce violently onto a median and then careen back onto the street.

Hero, Chapter 36