Wheeler grabbed the other pack, then pulled on the light green DocWagon jacket Skater offered. The dwarf rigger stood only a little over a meter tall and his heavily muscled shoulders were nearly that broad across. His feet looked impossibly large, but were tucked into hobnailed boots that he would have put up anyone’s hoop for being unkind enough to mention that fact. He wore his chestnut-colored hair long, tightly coiled into a single plait down his back. Beneath his immense nose, his full, arrogant beard was slightly darker. The datajack on his temple shone like a freshly minted coin. He was the team’s transport specialist, and he’d had plenty of experience. When he wasn’t on a run, Wheeler often put in time working for DocWagon as a rigger specializing in high-threat response assignments.