If he’d wanted to shut me up, he couldn’t have come up with a better way of doing it. He stays silent for a moment, and I don’t think I could talk if I fragging tried. Then he goes on idly, musingly, "I used to know somebody who was a deep-cover infiltration agent. Nobody knew his real name—sometimes I wonder if he knew it—but we called him Steel back then. He was good, chummer, he was really good. But ...."