It took a few goes at the motor but Jali’s speeder bike finally started. He gunned the engine and took off at a breakneck pace. Given the urgency, he had decided not to trust airtaxis. Anyway, an airtaxi driver might give him a very strange look if he asked to be dropped off at a CO2 processing plant at this hour of the morning. He was almost stopped by Officer Kian. “Sorry, Dawler,” Kian said. “This is a closed area, no non-official personnel allowed.” Kian shook his head. “Sorry, orders are orders.” He tried to blend in, but Vantel spotted him immediately. Vantel scowled but did not protest.