So in a week, I figure I’ve learned more about how the Seattle Cutters work— really work, deep down and dirty on the inside—than over the whole last eighteen months. Before I saw the execution of policy. Now I see that policy being made. If I’d known the movers and shakers were this fragging competent, I probably would have thrown this assignment back in my superiors’ faces. There aren’t any overt, obvious threats to my life and limb, but I can feel, deep in my gut, that I’m in more danger now than I’ve been for the whole last year and a half.