"I know," Jax replied, grabbing the cup. The moment his palm made full contact with the grip, the magic happened.

He sprinted across the warehouse roof, sliding down a fire escape. At street level, the Mobicup worked its secondary magic. He could dash through the crowded market streets, the cup emitting a low-frequency wave that made people subconsciously step aside, parting like the Red Sea.

Jax breathed heavily, checking the time. Four minutes left.