"I think it’s run from inside that cab. That’s like them. They’ll send it after us from there. Come on." She ducked into a tingler gallery; Willow and Yukio and Rickenharp followed her. They had to buy a swipe card to get in. A bald, jowly old dude it the counter took the cards, swiped them without looking, his eyes locked on a wrist-TV screen. On his wrist a miniature newscaster was saying in a small tinny voice, " ... attempted assassination of SA director Crandall today ... " Something mumbled, distorted. " ... Crandall is in serious condition and heavily guarded at Freezone Medicenter ... "