Raven's bike slid and weaved through traffic, which eased as she got to the edge of town, and almost non-existant as she got onto the road leading out to the airport.  It was a clean smooth shot from there, and she could let out the clutch and push the bike to the limit, trying to get to the airport before....well, just before.<br/><br/>She pulled in and she could see a big black limousine waiting on the tarmac. A small private jet was coasting to a stop near it.