"Looks like it," Sly admitted unwillingly, then went on to discuss something about the Concord of Zurich-Orbital. Apparently there was more to it than Nightwalker had told Falcon—or perhaps more than Nightwalker had known. The young ganger didn’t understand all the strange corporate maneuvering and backstabbing Sly described, but he did understand the bottom line. It’s like the gangs, he thought. As long as a truce benefits everyone, there’s peace. But when somebody sees an advantage, there’s a turf war. Apparently the megacorps worked on the same principle, and were now readying for their own kind of war. Though he couldn’t see how a corp war could hurt him personally—or the two runners, either—their sour expressions told him they thought it was serious drek. And they understand this high-level stuff better than I do, he had to remind himself.