Skater got out of the cab, resettling the Predator under his jacket till it felt comfortable. Tukwila was strictly low-class, where the down-and-out went to live and prey on each other. All the dosses appeared run-down, sagging little giants of plascrete block and ambitious mortar. Fly-by-night construction companies had poured, finished, and rented out the structures almost in the same week a few short months after the Night of Rage swept through Seattle in 2039. The alleys and narrow streets didn’t resemble paths anymore; they were scars ribbed by broken asphalt, urban hunting trails that knew no true relief from predators.