Most of the crowd wore loose-fitting blouses and pants, but a few wore tailored coveralls or suits like Garcia’s. He finished with an obvious command, scattering the blouses and coveralls. Minions, jumping at his word. She had seen such feverish obedience once when some important Aztechnology officials had visited the Renraku compound. Was it a universal trait of the underlings in Atzlan-based corporations? She didn’t like it.