"Found them!" Fede called out. He held up a white case, about thirty centimeters wide, stenciled with red crosses. It was old tech, designed to keep human tissue viable as it was rushed from donor to recipient, back in the days when heart patients received actual organ transplants instead of modern cybernetic hearts made of polyurethane, dacron, and vat-grown myocardium. The Azzies had found a new use for the organ-transfer case—keeping hearts as fresh as possible until they could be offered up to their bloodthirsty gods.