Andy was thinking about other things. As the door swung closed behind them, he whispered, "Was that Mr . Crick ?' Markowitz smiled. "The one and only. Heard of him?" What Washington shadowrunner wannabe hadn’t heard of Mr. Crick and Eskimo Nell’s? Heck, he’d used it as a base of operations in his virtual shadowrunning games. The place was touted on the runner nets as one of the area’s prime hangouts for those in the biz. Andy had checked out the clientele as they passed through the bar and dining area, noting with amazement the amount of chrome, leather, and artfully not-quite-concealed sidearms. Almost every person there had looked like a runner, with an aura around them that said they definitely were not wannabes. There was even an ork who’d looked a bit like Andy’s virtual street samurai partner Buckhead. It was unbelievable. Most unbelievable of all was the fact that Andy was here , doing shadow business. Despite the fact that he’d met the Dodger in the cyberspace analog of Nell’s, he hadn’t entirely believed the physical place really was what it was rumored to be. But it was. And he was here. It was awesome!