The decision made, Two Bears locked his desk, paused to grab a hat, sighed, rammed the hat on his head and headed for the exit. ’Kay, he’d track down Sister Wiz and see what the private grids might have to say about IronHell. Two Bears knew he couldn’t use the office telecom. Too risky. Better to make the call from a mall, or on the streets. Stay mobile. Much more difficult to trace him, just in case anyone wanted to try. A distinct possibility since somebody was always after somebody’s hoop in this rocking burg. Blood feuds seemed more popular than Urban Brawl. Hey, welcome to Blue City, chummer, please try not to bleed on the carpet as we steal your teeth.