The elevator descended quickly, producing a fluttering lurch in Carla’s stomach. She’d loved riding in high-speed elevators as a kid, and still enjoyed the partial sensation of free-fall that they produced. Now that feeling was overlaid with another, stronger emotion—excitement. She was in! She had penetrated Mitsuhama security—with Corwin’s help, of course—and was about to shoot some trid of the very lab that had given birth to the spirit that was ravaging the Matrix. She was doing what few shadowrunners would have dared—penetrating a secret research lab. And enjoying every moment of it, despite the danger.