Without further comment, Sarabande slots the chip carrier into the computer 
deck set into the center console, then sits back, briefly lifting a hand to the datajack at her right temple. 
Several minutes pass. The limousine seems to pick up speed. Enoshi glances out 
the dark-tinted windows to his right and sees that they are riding up onto a 
highway, the section of I-76 that loops around the southern end of the central 
city.