Rescue
Ghost Rider had sped the whole way to the complex. Lucky for him he didn't ride the roads. No one had posted any speed limits for the rooftops, not that he'd obey them if they had. Mortal laws meant very little to the Spirit of Vengeance. His host was insistent enough to keep the Rider aware and pursuant of subtlety, but Daniel also recognized that sometimes the laws got in the way of what truly needed to be done.
He'd slowed his pace when the group moved from the complex. He was following the others, which meant he couldn't go at the blistering speed he was used to. He was still riding the rooftops, and it didn't cease to amaze him how easy it was to avoid notice this way. Amazed and pleased him. If more people actually looked up, his job would be significantly more difficult. When they neared the location, the Rider simply rode down the wall and left his bike in the nearest alley.
He filed into the apartment behind Needy, his chain unlashing from around his torso and into his hand without him having to reach for it. A second later it lashed out, again without him moving his hand, and cinched around the body of one of the tiny little scabs this "god" apparently had serving her. Ghost Rider yanked hard on the chain and the tiny little demon was pulled right into his hand. The Rider gripped the demon's head in one gloved hand and twisted it a full 360 degrees.
Then he carelessly dropped the body and stepped over it, moving closer to Needy. "I will aid you." Hellflame danced along his chain for a moment and it stiffened, the metal at the end changing, taking on a sharp point. He was used to working alone, but time was of the essence here, and even he wasn't arrogant enough to believe he stood a chance of even escaping from the mistress of the house on his own.