Hawk hovered clumsily, wings flapping forward and back with enormous effort. "THAT WAS YOUR THINKIN?" he screamed down at Teige. "WHAT'S YOUR NEXT MOVE, HUH?"

Teige had cantilevered the smashed car up onto its side and was now pushing it, with a loud and agonizing grinding sound, along the road. The noise, even above the din of tank fire and people screaming, immediately attracted the attention of a few soldiers in riot gear that clustered near one of the tanks. They watched the car come to rest on its side, perpendicular to one of the unmarked black trucks that sat just behind the tanks. Teige hunkered down behind it and yelled "Shut up!" over his shoulder at Hawk.

Hawk righted himself and banked furiously in circles above Teige, swearing under his breath the whole way. He watched as three of the men in riot gear, sitting in the crook between two undamaged police cars, rearranged themselves--two knelt and held up their clear plastic shields in Teige's direction, while the third crouched behind them, fumbling with the packs on his belt.

Hawk had very good vision.

He watched as the third soldier pulled out what looked very much like a grenade, but clear, glassy, with the little pin on the inside clearly holding what looked like a scrap of paper or cloth. He realized what he was seeing as the soldier neatly pulled the pin out, snapping the paper inside, which then sparked.