"So that first one they’d sent, he’d been hot. Reflexes like you never saw, implants, enough style for ten ordinary hoods. But the second one, he was, I dunno, like a monk . Cloned. Stone killer from the cells on up. Had it in him, death, this silence, he gave it off in a cloud. . . ." Her voice trailed off as the corridor split, identical stairwells descending. She took the left.