An ugly CWS Beretta hung from Susan’s belt, but Nikkei was so amped he’d likely start firing if she reached for it. She looked for another weapon, but the vehicle was an autonomous drone with no cabin, windows, or doors. A dark gray composite formed curved walls and roof, the material’s weave just visible through layers of oily filth. Racks of reprinted limbs hung from the ceiling, body parts silhouetted inside translucent plastic sacks. The only illumination came from the sack’s algae-green glow, twin red emergency lights by the rear door, and the tablet’s blue screen.