Of course, it'd give everyone else a good chance to see him, too. The Disassemblers rarely strayed as far north as King, but the stretch of First near the Kingdome went straight through the middle of their turf. Did it make sense to jander on through, perfectly illuminated by the sodium arc streetlights? Like frag it did. There was an alley —another fragging alley —to his left, leading south. Narrow, dark, and claustrophobic, it looked even more dangerous than the wide-open streets. But that’s life, he thought. Appearances are lies. He turned into the darkness.