Not a pro, then. And what did that mean? The Amerinds who’d faced her at the meet—the unarmored one and his back-up—were cool, controlled. Pros, definitely pros. The sniper up on the crane, him too. He almost got her before someone else took him out. All pros, all experienced runners. Why would they have this greenie kid along with them on a run? If he was with them at all . . .