"You’re not dealing with a Mech cartel," Lindsay said intensely, leaning forward. He knew the girl was staring at him. He could feel it. "These are three hundred technicians, bored, frightened, and completely isolated. They are perfect prey for mass hysteria. Gambling fever will hit them like an epidemic." He leaned back. "Support me, madame. I’ll be your point man, your broker, your go-between. They’ll never know you were behind their ruin. In fact, they’ll come to you for help." He sipped his tea. It tasted synthetic.