He looked around once more at the hard-worked and care-worn faces. Seven years ago, he’d have killed anyone in here for a few hundred nuyen. Now, what was left of him loved these people. From the Plastic Jungles, with their legacy of chemical pollutants all the way down to the street markets of the Bargain Basement. And, down in the Jungles, the seed money grant his group had been able to extract from Redmond’s mayor, Jeffrey Gasston, was going to make a real difference to thousands of them.