The bracelet upgrade meant S.T. wasn't having to cut himself every time they jumped, so he counted it a bonus. And the security guard had a pretty good sense of humor.

"Yeah." S.T. jogged over towards the dock, jumping over human skulls like a linebacker running drills through a field of used tires. "Hey, dead guy." He reached out a hand and bounced it on thin air. "Ka-bing. Customers. Let's get this party started."