Nightwalker thought about it, then shrugged. "I guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you," he said finally. "It’s not like there’s much to tell. A run went bad. We were waiting for one of our team to finish her part of the job, but"—he shrugged again—"she never came back, let’s put it that way. And then the other team hit us." He grunted. "Another shadow team. The corp we were hitting on had hired shadowrunners of their own to protect them. We never expected it, but it makes sense. Set a thief to catch a thief." His voice trailed off, his face went blank, slack. For a moment he looked like a sleepwalker, his body continuing the motions of walking although his consciousness had faded.