The voice jogs his brain in odd ways. For just an instant, he loses touch 
with the jacked-in analog of his drone senses and he’s back in the van, behind
the steering wheel. He must be bored. A quick image, more a memory than 
anything else, flashes through his mind. He sees the inside of the van. Hammer 
in the passenger-side front seat, Mickey and Dog Bite and Dana sitting in the 
rear. They dumped Angel, the decker, at Dana’s old place a few hours ago.