Four humans and one ork crouched behind the sliding metal door. They were cybered to the teeth and antsy with their guns. Ready, in their tattoos and obvious chrome, to ambush the suits when they arrived. Hopefully, they’ll be enough, Maria thought. The Steppin’ Wulfs generally didn’t hire themselves out, but Dougan had played on their hatred of the corps and on their love of bloodshed and nuyen. The coast district was their turf, and they were rumored to be deadly and ruthless, especially to trespassers.