Hart unfurled the hood from the collar of her black windbreaker and snugged it down with the drawstring. She hated what it would do to her hair, but the hood was a better alternative than an invisibility spell at the moment. She didn’t want the distraction of maintaining the mana flow to power the spell. It was going to be two against her one, and she would need her wits about her. Verner might be a corporate softie, but the other was an experienced runner of unknown combat capabilities. Like her whole life, this would be a calculated risk. San Francisco wasn’t one of her towns, and so she’d had no time to check out quality backup. Her quarry was about to leave town, and that meant she had to be quick and fast. Good thing she’d completed the transaction for her working equipment before she’d gotten the word of their location.