The pseudo-Maori was better than nothing, but he definitely wasn't the drek-hot resource I'd hoped for. From the way Scott had introduced him, I'd figured him for a part-time fixer. What did they call them around here?— kalepa, that was it—with a stable of contacts. No banana on that one, chummerino. He was SIN-less, true, surviving by doing odd jobs and getting paid under the table ... so by some people's measure, that made him a shadowrunner. He did know a few fixers, but only socially—or so I gathered. Translation? He was in the shadows, but not of them, if you see the distinction. He might have met some people with the skill-sets I was looking for, but he might not have known it.