Blinking his aching eyes against the dazzle, he saw four people in the room: a troll who nearly filled the space by himself, an ork whose eyes reflected chrome highlights, a scruffy-looking norm, and—the only female—a small Asian woman with white hair. They wore white coveralls slung with various belts and bags, all except the woman who wore hardly anything at all. Despite the bad viewing angles, Andy could make out the shoulder patches on the coveralls. They said Telestrian Cyberdyne Maintenance. They lied. This was no maintenance crew. It couldn’t be. Had they been real, all four would have worn coveralls. There was only one thing this crew could be. Shadowrunners.