Crossing the border into the Salish-Shidhe lands had made for a few tense minutes. Sly had been pretty sure that the data she’d manufactured on Agarwal’s portable computer and then downloaded into the optical chips of two credsticks would pass all but the most intensive scrutiny. But being pretty sure and knowing were two very different things. While Falcon—now traveling under the name of David Falstaff—handed the two credsticks to the alert Border Patrol guards, she’d felt serious fear twisting her insides. If they didn’t accept the false identities and passports for David Falstaff and Cynthia Yurogowski, they’d hold Sly and Falcon until they dug up their real names. And when those real names come over the Matrix, who else might be taking an interest?