It’s dark, but not pitch-black. The skies of Seattle always seem to glow with this sick and sullen light. Sure, it’s just the clouds and the drek in the air reflecting back the lights of downtown, but sometimes it looks like the air’s glowing on its own, like it’s radioactive or something. It’s dark enough to give me cover, but there’s still enough light to keep me from running into dumpsters or tripping over rats. Of course that’s a mixed blessing. Cover for me also means cover for others, and while I’m depending on meat eyes, I’ve got to assume the hostiles have cyber enhancements that turn night into fragging day.