It took me a long second or two to notice the slags behind the big guns. They weren't yak hitters as I'd expected ... or if they were, then the Hawai'i yakuza has gotten a lot more behind affirmative action with regard to women and kawaruhito then their mainland cousins. The figure on the left was an ork with even bigger shoulders than Scott. He wore jeans and a sleeveless black leather vest a few sizes too small for his armored-and-bodysculpted torso. To his right was a woman—ork too, but whip-slender, with steel cord muscles. She wore dark pants and an aloha shirt, but the shirt's pattern was a pretty fragging good approximation of urban camo, I noticed. Both had their pistols—nasty big fraggers—Savalettes with a gleaming chrome-steel finish—leveled at my head.