I didn’t need any more urging. When he opened the door, I rushed through it, past the cluster of people who still filled the first-aid room and down the corridor that Fede had briefed me about. I’d converted the map he’d drawn of this area to a datafile and stored it on my headware memory, and that was how I was able to follow it without giving conscious thought to where I was going. I passed a pair of Aztechnology Corporate Security guards, held up the organ-transfer case in my arms as if it were a passcard, and sighed with relief as they cracked a door to let me through. As the door closed behind me, I heard one of them speaking into the microphone at his throat.