All the movers and shakers in the Seattle Cutters are sitting around the table. Blake the big boss at the head, with Vladimir at his right hand and Springblossom smoking her brains out at his left, and Ranger sitting opposite him and looking generally slotted off. Filling the rest of the seats are Musen the accountant, Fahd of biz development, a real hardcase name of Cain (I had him tagged as outside talent, maybe a shadowrunner on contract or some such drek), plus a few more I don’t recognize. Standing along the walls are the lesser lights who have some reason to be here but don’t warrant a seat at the table. Me, for one, and Blake’s personal Praetorian guard—including Box the troll looking like a nightmare out of the unexpurgated Brothers Grimm—plus a couple of other toadies.