Abruptly, Gamma lifts his mage's wand, and the synth-leather-clad cutter before him staggers back, falls to the floor, and writhes, looking like a man in agony, an agony so intense he makes no sound. "I warn you as I warned her," Gamma says. "I do not appreciate disloyalty. Poppy allowed my pet decker to escape, so she was punished. Now she turns traitor and runs. You will send someone to find her. Before she can disrupt my plans. Do you understand?"