Meaning, still further, that my odds of scoring serious hits are next to squat, while the chances of the Otter’s gunner being able to blow me into scrap get better and better the closer I come. For about the millionth time in the last minute, I seriously consider simply giving up the whole mess as a bad fragging job. But then I remember what Eye One, the drone spotter, said: three corp execs. Would execs bail out without taking as much incriminating drek with them as they could? Not fragging likely, priyatel. Even if the combat deckers crack the lab’s system, there might not be anything left to find because all the dirt might be downloaded onto chips now aboard the Otter.