Not near the ATM, but farther toward the back of the building. Now that its lights weren’t blinding him, Trent saw that it was tricked out for space, too. The owner of this rig didn’t care for show; he had just welded angle-iron across the wide spans of metal and wound the whole works with steel cable to hold it together against air pressure. It looked like a moving junk pile, but it wasn’t the ugliest ship Trent had seen.

The driver was a big guy with a round head. Streetlight glow glinted off his bald—no, that wasn’t right. He was wearing a bubble helmet, already sealed up and inflated. It looked like he was just about to take off for somewhere, and was stopping off for some last-minute cash first.

Trent took a couple steps toward the van, thinking he would ask where the guy was off to, then thought better of it. This wasn’t a good lime to be walking up to somebody in a bank parking lot. He might have a wife with a gun, too, and she might not wait to see if Trent was friendly.

The van moved ahead a few feet, angling in closer to the building. That was odd; the driver looked like he was trying to get as close to the wall as he could. He drove right up over the curb and crushed one of the juniper bushes in the two-foul dirt strip.

“Hey!” Trent yelled at him, but if the guy noticed, he didn’t let on. Probably couldn’t hear a thing inside that spacesuit. But what the hell was he doing?

Then Trent figured it out. The vault was just on the other side of that wall. Most people drove out into the desert when they jumped into space, because the jump field was spherical and it made a lot more sense to take a bowl of sand with you than a bowl of pavement, but the hyperdrive didn’t care. It would take anything that was inside the field, including a bank vault.

And Trent as well, if he was too close when the driver of that van pushed the “go” button. Calibrating the size of the jump field was more of an art than a science; this guy could take half a block with him if he wasn’t careful. And Trent could already see the blue glow from the screen of the laptop computer that controlled the jump. It was up and running, probably set to go with just one keystroke. The van diver could take off any second now.