As Silver unlimbered the Fuchi deck from her shoulder bag, the rest formed a protective half-circle around her. The ruins and refuse were motionless as there was no breeze to move bits of paper, no leaves to be gusted by thermals. It was like standing in a painting. All was still. Then the tiniest ripple marred the surface of the muddy pit before them. Delphia froze for only a tick before starting to angle away. "Jessie Owens," he said to them in casual tones. "Saigon bug-out."