Not soon enough would they be off this bucket and then she’d be able to cut this fool’s throat, establishing herself in society as a woman of means with a mountain of nuyen from the hot chips tucked inside her. A fine dinner, a good wine, a massage, a lot of the kinky sex he liked so much and afterward the exhausted boy would fall asleep without setting the security system on her collar and never awaken again. It was how she’d gotten out of jail, and what better way to escape the death sentence and the magistrates than to be smuggled off the island using somebody else’s nuyen and connections?