On the astral plane, Kylar Luppas zipped through the Neon Sunsets bar, searching for his quarry. The watchers flew in a porpoise group around him, nosing through the patrons scrambling for their lives, verifying the features of each one, looking for the ones Luppas had assigned them to find. He’d seen the shadowrunners once, only moments after the armored troops from the helo had broken in through the back of the bar.