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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pbartender" data-source="post: 986845" data-attributes="member: 7533">"Well, we'd better hurry then, eh?" The car smoothly pulls out into traffic.  It eases through the airport traffic lanes and out past the exit gates.  Suddenly, instantly, the car shouts for joy as it hurtles northward along Highway 101, bobbing and weaving between the morning commuters like a dolphin amongst a school of fish.  An eyeblink later, and Slate pulls into an innocuous parking garage in the middle of downtown San Fransisco.  He parks the car in a "Reserved" space on the bottom-most level, far below street level.Slate glances through the rearview mirror at Jameson sitting in the back seat, "And please, don't call me 'Slatey'."The car's dashboard clock reads 7:50 am.</blockquote>