Frag, almost forgot my wallet with my credsticks—including the special one that can, if I issue the right code, access the contingency funds the Star set up for me. (That’s crucial. My personal accounts are fragging near empty, as befits my cover.) Out into the living room and then through the abattoir outside, moving fast but smooth. Never run if you can avoid it; you’re less likely to trip and more likely to see what’s going on around you. Past the first three bodies, step over the head-shot mage ... .