Falcon made his own inspection, had to admit that it was a good place for a meet. Or for an ambush. The open area was roughly square, maybe fifteen meters on a side, and could be reached by following one of four "lanes" between stacked containers. (For a moment, he wondered how the local runner would know where, in the entire Hyundai compound, the meet would take place. But Knife-Edge would have that figured, wouldn’t he? Maybe he’d send out the Scuzboys to leave markers— symbols scratched on shipping containers, perhaps— identifying the specific location.)