His last several months among the shadowrunners had gone through more ups and downs than a Mitsubishi Flutterer skirting a storm front. Despite it all, he had found himself coming to like life in the shadows. It wasn't always pleasant and certainly lacked the everyday comforts of his former corporate life, but he felt he had been given a chance to make a difference. Here on the streets he wasn’t just a faceless minion among other faceless minions, plodding to the company’s tune. The street folk were individuals, some extravagantly so. Once they came to trust a person, which wasn’t quickly or easily, they were true friends. He found such company exhilarating. He was pleased that, under Sally and Dodger’s sponsorship, he had been accepted into their circle.