Long ago, a million years it seemed like nowadays, they had run together. Side by side, they’d ganged against the Morlocks, the very go-gang who’d cannibalized the fragging tourist and got half of Overtown toasted like marshmallows in their sleep a few years back. Including Melinda. Sweet gentle Mel had died in the city’s brutal retaliation—the so-called Night of Law. That same night the various rival gangs put aside their differences and swore a blood oath of peace until they caught and killed every stinking Morlock sublife joybag and did them up a treat proper. There were special chummers for this job—frizoids and glitches who lived in the sewers and swamps, too twisted in the brain for any use except letting them have a hated foe to play with. That’s where the Morlocks went one by one, never to return. Street justice. Hard and permanent. Trans end.