R2 goblin glider 200 mph

Right now, Gentaro was hurtling through the sky at two hundred miles an hour and cruising. He'd been trying to fly above the clouds, to avoid police detection. It also let him dodge the rainstorm that was rolling in over Kanagawa.

Strange sight, to see the weather underfoot instead of overhead. Made him think of his time at the Rabbit Hutch, walking on the moon, seeing Earth as small as a marble. This was a little smaller in scope. Here, all he could see was the country, the tens of millions living their everyday lives on these little rocks. Kamen Rider wasn't just a hero of the people, he was a symbol of Japan, the things he wanted other people to aspire to. And now, in their eyes, he was a murderer.

He had to clear his name, and restore the faith of children everywhere in Kamen Rider. He just... didn't know how, yet.

Saxton poked his shoulder. "Are we there yet?"

"I don't know." Saxton had been bumming a ride on the back of the Goblin's glider for who-knows-how-long, and it was kind of throwing off the aerodynamics.