I feel cold all over. Whoever the hostiles are, they’ve secured the whole fragging building—and it’s still not much more than twelve minutes—fifteen at the outside—since I placed the call to Finnigan. Frag, that’s fast. The Star might be able to do it with a couple of FRT squads, and the same for any corp security force worthy of the name. But quietly? So quietly the only indication is one watcher out front and no lights in the windows? Not a chance, priyatel.