Sly considered it. She’d met Mongoose, a razorboy with reflexes chipped even higher than Modal's, on a run the year before. Later she’d heard that he and another sammy called Snake had signed on with Argent to replace Hawk and Toshi, the two men who’d died on a run toward the end of 2052. Mongoose was competent, she knew. Snake had to be too. Argent didn’t hire hacks.