Villiers nodded soberly. "We’d better hope so. If we can’t pull this off, there may be no stopping Renraku, and then the Japanese will probably have me for lunch. You’ve got to find the proof we need, Miles. And as soon as possible. If anyone can do it, it’s you. I’ll be waiting for your call." His virtual hand brushed air off to his left, and the image of Richard Villiers vanished.