Sandels jumps up a little when the van suddenly leaps over traffic. "Good heavens!" He really didn't expect it to take off like that.
Well. Hopefully no-one heard him. He quickly begins walking the other way. He has... ten minutes, maybe? He doesn't sense immediate danger, but that doesn't mean the slavers aren't already on his trail. His foresight has a horizon just as surely as his normal sight.
So, he hurries towards the basket lifts. If he can make it down, he can summon his motorcycle. It will be easy riding from there. Unless that Michael Barrelson decides to run away with his prize.