The desk work he’d been assigned was inconsequential busywork. He hadn’t had such drek dumped on him in over a year. It was a status demotion; it had to be. Well, it suited him, because he’d earned it. Andy jacked in and spent most of the morning poking desultorily at the assigned data manipulations while he brooded over what had happened. Yesterday he’d been a happy wageslave, happy enough to scoff at the term. He’d had a bright future, but that seemed gone now. The shadowrunners had done this to him. They’d taken his future away from him. And for what?