"No," said Chief Captain, hitting the reverb button on the arm of his throne, making his words thunder over their telecoms. "The golden goose, as Covert Ops said, has already turned and bitten us in the hoop. We know these corporate gleebs have been hiring yabos and mercs and shadowrunners to find our HQ so they can pressure us to renegotiate the deal. Threaten to expose us to Atlantic Security for smaller tribute, or none at all! Well, that’s a fair dare. If we’re not strong enough to protect ourselves, we should go down to Davy."