Of course, I don’t have my cel on me. Fragging good thing, too—there’s a tracer built into every cel phone. How the frag else do you think the cel network knows which cellular transmitter to send your calls to, huh? Every time your phone registers with a new cell, the system knows where you are within a couple of square klicks. Plus, I hear that a few software refinements in the cel system can let someone narrow it down a lot more than that. (Oh sure, this is real heavy-duty technomancy we’re talking here, cracking into the cellular network. The Star can do it—hell, they do it regularly—but I don’t think the Cutters have the resources, though I’m not willing to bet my life on it.) So, my cel phone is still sitting somewhere in my doss at the Wenonah, but only because I forgot to snag it in my hurry.