They end the call. Machiko turns from the telecom to the room's only other source of light, the broad pane of a two-way mirror providing a private view of the room immediately adjacent. In that room, otherwise bare, with walls of concrete, sits a young woman of Chinese blood. She sits slumped, handcuffed to her chair, head lolling forward. She wears black synthleather and boots and studded bands around neck and wrists. The evidence of a savage beating is quite clear. Her face and head are purple with bruises. Veins of dried blood descend from her nose and mouth. She is missing at least one tooth. Her arms and hands bear numerous abrasions. Her over-sized jacket, lying on the floor beside her, her sleeveless blouse and fitted slacks are dirty, stained and torn.