They approached from the east, along Denny Way , which was mostly deserted at this time of night. Bikes rumbled by in groups, but the go-gangers seemed to have too much on their minds to hassle a couple of pedestrians. As they stepped off the pitted sidewalk onto the muddy greensward, Falcon kept close to Nightwalker, so close that his left shoulder brushed the Amerindian’s right biceps, evoking a grunt of pain. Quickly, he backed off a step, but tried—by his body language, by just thinking as hard as he fragging could—to communicate the fact that they were together.