Amused, Moonfeather ran an astral digit along the huge fluorescent label: "Experimental chips. Danger. Halogen gas refrigerant packing. Do not open for inspection unless in Class Four sterile laboratory conditions." She knew experimental chips would be worth a fortune on the black market, especially to the Mafia, tongs, or yakuza, who were always desperate to get their hands on state-of-the-art booty.