I give my people one last scan. Apart from Paco, I’ve got Jaz, a classic example of Cutters street muscle (big and not overly bright). Also Marla, who claims to be a Snake shaman, but seems to consider nine-mil ammo her fetish of choice. And then there’s the musclebound ork everyone just calls Doink. I’ve never worked directly with Doink before, but I know that the others are steady and dependable. Plus, they like me personally—or I think they do—which makes me feel a little better. Not because I’m insecure around people who don’t like me, but more because they’d be less likely to go along with Ranger’s plan to off me—I hope.