Alright, one direct encounter with The Black King and an attack by an Agent his proxies later, I'm on the road again. I'm not badly injured, but I'll be feeling the sting for a few days, for sure.
The white van persists, and did not help me at all.. Thank for nothing, Fisk. I guess that means they're just here to observe and not apprehend, else they'd have intervened to get their quarry to safety.
I'm within a day and a half 's journey to Chicago.