Wheeler Iron-Nerve, still clad in the scuba gear he’d used to plant the charges around the restaurant’s glass wall, impatiently paced the deck of the Aztech Nightrunner he’d borrowed—for a price—from another rigger. Spotting Skater, the dwarf hurried over and offered a hand. "Get a fragging move on. We hang around here much longer, we’re going to get our tickets punched."