Pure humans were the majority, but Peter spotted a few elves in one corner, 
huddled together like anarchists. Sitting alone at another table, his back 
purposely to the wall, was an ork. He wore heavy boots and something akin to 
combat fatigues, but patched together, so they didn’t really look like a
uniform. Peter realized that he, too, could probably benefit from a paramilitary 
look. But he didn’t think he’d successfully carry off the mean-edged glare the
ork had mastered. The man, Peter guessed, was a shadowrunner, though he’d only
read about such people or seen stories about them on the trideo. Shadow-runners 
were the invisible agents of the corps, government, and private citizens. Each 
had erased his or her System Identification Number, which meant they were 
non-existent in the eyes of the databanks.