So, now here I am, sitting in front of the telecom, trying to relax, trying to slow my heart rate down to something even approaching normal. I’ve got to be frosty, I keep telling myself. If this were some kind of combat situation, I could at least try to depend on my training to see me through it. But this is so different. If I don’t handle it right, I’m going to be on the run from the Cutters and the Star and anybody else who’s in on the game until somebody finally scores and manages to blow my brains out.