"Two minutes, Sir Twist," buzzed the receiver in Sam’s ear. Sam nodded unconsciously to the speaker, but Dodger couldn’t see the acknowledgment. He was on a remote broadcast, the only way to link the elf’s position in the Matrix with Sam’s ground team aboard the shuttle craft. Dodger could have left the mundane time count to a subroutine, but his personal attention indicated his concern. They were all expecting the run to be easy, but Dodger was playing cautious. If anything blew up, a subroutine would be outclassed and purged by intrusion countermeasures before Sam could know about it. An on-line decker was Matrix security that every shadowrunner wanted.