It was set up as a large ops room, I saw at once. Over against one wall was a weapons area—a fragging arsenal with various and assorted implements of mayhem mounted on hooks. In one corner was a sophisticated-looking commo suite; in another, a collection of computers and miscellaneous other tech-toys connected by a medusa's-head of wiring harnesses. Moko led me over toward a briefing table—the high-tech kind with a complex array of flatscreen display panels built into the tabletop—and slumped down in a swivel chair.