It’s still hours before dawn when they pull into the hard-packed lot of a
truck stop just off the main highway. In the light of a passing rig, Neona gets 
her first clear look at the back of Ripsaw’s jacket. The synthleather bears the
cat’s head logo of the Sioux Wildcats. She’s heard that name before. On the news
somewhere. Something about some banger Native American Nations military unit.