'Not telling you to do anything.' I pulled out the Nemex and ejected the half-spent magazine with actions almost as automatic as the smoking had been. The clip went into my jacket pocket. 'I'm giving you the state of play. We'll need somewhere to meet. Not the Hendrix. And not anywhere you can be traced to either. Don't tell me, just write it down.' I nodded at the crowd beyond the barriers. 'Anybody down there with decent implants could have this conversation focused and amped.'