Inside, he found himself in a hallway. There’d been an uncomfortable chance that he’d entered into an FAB-l-treated doss and wouldn’t be able to get past the front door. Assuming he didn’t trip some astral detection spell that might have been anchored to the area and end up with magical security breathing up his hoop on the astral plane, he was free to run. In the upscale districts of the sprawl, percentages ran higher regarding the presence of magically active secmen.