With the swap utility in place and operational, shifting the safehouse’s LTG to Killer Katie’s, Skater put the call through to the LTG the Johnson had given him. His retinal clock gave the time as 17:07:16. The others sat quietly, working through a pot of soykaf someone had put on. Archangel was jacked into her deck, slumped forward in her chair. As the call went through, she was going to try to trace it in case Falkenhayne wasn’t amenable to the offer Skater was going to make.