The customs agent didn't smile as he took the transit pass from Chase and slipped the encoded end into the reader. While it scanned, the agent reopened Chase's carryon and checked the garment bag and removed the tags. There wasn't much more than a few changes of clothing and some data chips for the datadeck in the carryon. The agent scanned the list the airline had printed on the white tags. "Do you certify that these chips contain no contraband data, Mister Sieboldt?" The agent's voice was raspy from too much city life.