Lights were coming on across the compound as the siren screamed mournfully. Hart looked down the alley that gave her a view of the security field office and saw heavily armed guards pouring out, in their midst, she made out the personal combat armor of Major Fuhito. The dockyard wasn’t his normal turf; he only came here when he had to. The ambitious bastard must have been keeping an eye on his boss’s doings and played a hunch to be here tonight. It was probably Haesslich’s own order to stay clear that had tipped him off. He was obviously expecting trouble, too, for he was already armored up.