The team had made their pickup of the fiber-optic link and paid a fragging slotful of nuyen for it at Basil’s Faulty Bar, where Abe Heep ran a decent drinking establishment and a well-inventoried backdoor supply house for illegal techware that he scabbed from intelligence circles everywhere in the world. Duran had arranged the buy, and Skater was impressed by the operation. He’d spotted equipment from Seattle, the United Canadian and American States, the Salish-Shidhe Council lands, California Free State, and even Tir Taimgire, which ran the tightest security of all.