Then Falcon remembered something else Modal had said after the dockside ambush. Something about a Barret sniper rifle, wasn't that it? Nineteen-eighties vintage? If this was the same gun—and how many of those could there be on the streets?—didn’t it mean it was the same corp team as the one that had hosed Knife-Edge’s ambush? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. . . . He’d heard that somewhere. But could he believe in that now?