The building was dark, darker even than the night-shrouded streets. After 2000 hours, only a few lights in the area around Goob’s office or near the loading bay doors remained lit. I was disoriented and still half-asleep as I reached for clothes, but it came to me that the crisis revealed in the cards was suddenly upon me. That meant my only hope tor survival was to stay close to Turtle, and he had already run off into the heart of the action.