He stares at the map for a few seconds longer, committing the spot to memory. "Right, I'll have us there in no time. Just wait up for a second..." he says, opening the panel in his arm again and rapidly typing away at his computer. There is a burst of purple light, and suddenly Artair has been replaced by a sports car around Hunter's size, complete with an orange and white paint job. The door nearest Hunter swings open, apparently by itself, and the engine revs loudly.<span style="font-style: italic">"Jump in, we'll be there before you know it,"</span>comes Artair's voice from the radio.