Eighteen hours gone and he returns to the loft to find Axle and Dana just
sitting around. The black girl, the so-called decker, is lying on the sofa like 
a lump of meat. It’s enough to sour his mood. Hammer lights a Millennium Red,
takes a deep drag, then walks over to the kitchen area for a bottle of Coors 
Extra Dry. If he or Dog Bite or Mickey don’t turn up something soon, they’ll
be skanked. "Well?"