Noise from the dock area thundered through the empty streets of Tacoma’s business district, and the whirling spotlights of the dock crews warred with the running lights of freighters. For decades, Tacoma had been the poor step-sister to glittering and decadent Seattle. But it was 2057 now, and wealth had come calling, spilling into the city from the deep pockets of the megacorps as they developed the shipping trade. The yakuza, Mafia, and Seoulpa Rings worked the alleys and black markets for the crumbs.