"I guess." Andy showed him. He knew he shouldn’t, but it seemed the right thing to do at the moment. Yates wasn’t such a bad guy, and Andy had always liked showing off. He opened the ready room for the test drivers, although he was a little embarrassed by the old-fashioned ambiance of the iconographic representation. The place was supposed to look like a mid-twentieth-century fighter squadron’s headquarters, or so Russ said. The filing cabinets were awfully low-tech imagery to impress a cutting-edge decker like Yates. Still, the Montjoy files seemed to impress him. Yates pulled and perused a few, dropping several into a briefcase that appeared and floated at his side. He came to Andy’s control file and looked up.