The ork with the datapak is called Slash and he is hiding out in the Zone. This is the part of Seattle that some call the Puyallup Barrens or "Seattle South." It is unlike any other part of the city, a maze of narrow alleys, like winding lanes, and crumbling tenements. There are no police patrols here. What would be the point? Predators wait on every corner, down every alley, beside every shack and tumble-down bar. Many of the people who live here do not even exist in the legal sense of the word. One may buy an assassination for as little as twenty nuyen, for a drink, or for nothing at all. There are always crazies who kill merely for the kick. The only laws that apply here are those governing the nightly struggle for survival. The quick, the strong, the cunning— these have the best prospects. The weak and the feeble, the overly civilized, those who attach too much value to life, their chances range from slim to none.