Ramson has Power Dump take a left down a particular alleyway.
"Kalor's Quillian Cuisine is about to dump their leftovers today, which means..." As they get near the dumpsters, the automated lids pop open, just as the van passes by. A swarm of dream-flies hovers over the aromatic slop, stirred up and briefly able to escape the dumpsters. Dream-flies had proven particularly resilient pests on Center since their arrival a few years back, for several reasons.
First, they were arguably more efficient than virtually any other scavenger species, consuming literally every sort of animal flesh or vegetable matter around, provided it was already dead--no natural foodstuff had been found yet which was toxic to them. As they reproduced asexually, this meant that virtually any significant pile of restaurant waste could be converted into a swarm of the small, iridescent insects in very rapid order.
Second, they were not as actively hunted as prior waves of insects, simply because they were seen as less problematic. They were not carriers for any known pathogen, and in fact, their voracious appetites meant that surfaces where some had settled were downright clean--even their saliva had been discovered to be a literal antiseptic. Rumors abounded that some restaurants actively kept a jar of dormant dreamflies in their kitchens, ready to release if they got word that the health inspectors were coming by.
Finally, and this was the aspect that interested Ramson most at this point, they had a very unusual defense mechanism when a swarm was attacked. When one died violently, they emitted a pheromone that, in turn, triggered the others in the swarm to emit a low-powered psychic wave of euphoria and bliss. The effect was short-lived, but just strong enough to make concentrated efforts at actively hunting the insects difficult. Would-be redators and exterminators alike would find themselves dazed and mellow, with the flies having long since vacated the area. "Fly Dens" were starting to crop up in certain neighborhoods--you would sit in a small room with a few score flies buzzing around, and crush one for a fast 'dreamwave'.
Of course, if you could talk to the animals (and Ramson could), then it was a simple matter to nudge them into, say, the path of a bunch of pursuing business rivals--causing the eager pursuers to run headlong into multiple dreamflies, triggering a particularly intense wave of euphoric dreamwaves that would pretty much end the chase.