Assault Team Baker has fanned out, and they’re basically blowing the drek out of anything that moves. My comrades on Team Able are doing pretty much the same thing, except for the four lighter-armed troopers—combat deckers whose job is to find the lab complex’s computer, crack into it and download anything and everything they can lay their electronic mitts on. (It’s a serious drag that Lynne Telestrian’s intelligence couldn’t tell us exactly which building contained the computer core, but those are the breaks.) As assault leader, my job’s basically to oversee what’s going down and not get myself geeked in the process. Apparently Argent has taken upon himself the task of bodyguarding me around, which is fine with me. At the moment I feel totally out of my depth, wandering around like a half-fragged fool, trying to figure which way to go next.