Which was why I phoned Anwar. Much as I dislike the little weasel, his network of contacts is wider than mine will ever be. I laid out a rough description of the job and the level of talent I was after, leaving out the corp name, of course. "I figure I need two, maybe three, really good guns," I told him. "I'll supply a decker"- I was thinking of Rosebud, whose rates were reasonable- "and a mage." Rodney of course. "But I need muscle." I could see the little nuyen signs light up behind Anwar's dark eyes. This was going to be a big contract, which meant he'd pocket a big commission.