Skater took a deep breath and tried to shake the feeling of dread that had been with him ever since the team had taken the Mr. Johnson’s nuyen four days ago and agreed to the run. Too many details had been left hanging, too much danger possible. He glanced down the street and barely made out the red-and white-striped sawhorses he and Elvis had put into position to cover their emergency escape route. If things didn’t get all fragged up, they’d be able to grab the body and simply take it down in the freight elevator and carry it out while Archangel sleazed her way through the building’s security so the Knight Errant teams on the premises wouldn’t be the wiser.