Something brushed his hip. Dazed, he turned to see one of the ork kids holding his Narcoject replica. Three more orks lurked behind the first, and two others stood sentry at the mouth of the alley. They were all teen-aged, but even adolescent orks were bigger and beefier than most fully grown norms. Several wore face paint or tattoos in geometric shapes—some sort of gang affiliation mark? Andy was afraid so. There were parts of DeeCee where gangs ran wild. He hadn’t realized this area of Arlington was one of them. His mistake. His very bad mistake.