Looking around at the decaying shadow clinic, I feel kind of guilty about bringing Paco here. Sure, the kid’s Cutters, and according to the Lone Star canon that makes him a scumbag. But I always kind of liked him, on a personal level. He always dealt straight with me. Frag, he was the one to warn me when my cover was first blown. He put personal loyalty to me—a chummer, a comrade—above loyalty to the gang. That’s got to count for something. It surprises me, but I’m feeling like Paco’s a friend, and I don’t have too many of those. Like, none, if he bites it, and that’s a sad fragging thought.