High speeding it all the way.

Illegal Time Travel isn't just about jumping around in the timestream. That's a pain, and expensive besides. A good actor leaves surveillance equipment behind during jumps so he can sit on his ass and eat chips later. A better actor leaves high tech receiver equipment, cockroach cameras, implants in the heads and genitals of contacts and relevant individuals as far back in the narrative lines as possible.

Little Lost Boy and Good Jack are sitting on their asses watching the feed from one of the speed traps they're jacking into up on the road outside Bobby Teenager's town.

"Hey," says the kid, "he's heading for the family farm!"

Good Jack looks up from a little pile of snuff he's arranging. "oh oh oh oh oh, that's good that's good this is a good one wait wait wait okay okay okay ideas."

The Little Lost Boy gives it some thought. "Send him to the burial grounds. We can fuck a way out for him outta there...!"

Good Jack nods slowly. "Can't much think of a way to influence which way he goes."

Little Lost Boy: "I'm sure he'll head to the mounds in one branch at least."