A very run-of-the-mill Honda, Allegra pulled to a stop in front of the garishly lit entrance of the shopping mall. Even in the small hours of the morning, multicolored neolux painted the rain-wet streets with glittering promises of "Bargains Bargains Bargains." Thorn and Smedley moved to covering positions as two corp muscleboys got out. Everybody played it macrocool as Neddy emerged from the mall at the same time that the woman in the suit descended from the back of the Honda. No one was impolite enough to point out that the ordinary-looking family car deployed a machine gun, nor did anyone object when Nameless appeared at the back door of the van down the street, ostentatiously not pointing a missile launcher at anything in particular. This was a business meeting: professional, polite.