"Hauptbahnhof, danke ," Serrin managed to say to the taxi driver, waving enough nuyen in the man’s face to buy himself salvation from the sirens, or so he hoped. He got lucky; the ork just grunted, and the car began to slip quietly along the riverside, left through the Bismarck Platz and west into Bergheimerstrasse, leaving the flash of blue lights behind.