His choice as a first stop was Nell’s Basement, an address he’d picked up while lurking on the shadownet. Supposedly the place was connected to Eskimo Nell’s, the rumored runner hangout that was his base in his virtual fantasies. He figured the virtuality bar would be mostly full of wannabes like himself, but he hoped there might be a scout or two looking for new talent. He couldn’t expect a direct connection to runners; the addresses of the places where the real runners hung weren’t modemed around where anybody could gander them. If they were published anywhere, it would be in Shadowland, the real runners’ net, but Andy didn’t have a way into that place. For now, he’d have to try what he could. If he got real lucky, maybe someone at Nell’s could hook him into Shadowland.