And then he knew for the first time that the boy was not alone but part of 
a gang, probably the same group he'd seen in Shanghai; that they'd followed him 
onto the Causeway and taken advantage of his fallen top hat to lure him into 
the Leased Territories; and that the rest of the gang, four or five boys on 
bicycles, was coming toward him down the ramp, coming fast; and in the fog of 
light from all of the Leased
Territories' mediatronic billboards glittered the chromium chains of their 
nunchuks.