His team was waiting for him at Eskimo Nell’s, their usual watering hole and gathering place. There were just two today, Buckhead and Feather; he didn’t figure he’d need more. Buckhead was muscle, simple but not cheap. The ork was very, very good at what he did, but all of his personality was in his cyberware and his guns. Feather was an elf and a mage, and her style of dress was more suited to Runner Babes than to real shadowrunning, but what she wore—or rather, didn’t wear—didn’t affect her performance, so what was there to say? Besides, Andy enjoyed looking at her.