Andy was feeling pretty good about his prospects when he left the meet. The fixer had taken Andy’s credstick and given him a handful of new ones, certified, and another one set up under a false SIN, his new identity. He could ride the Metro again, which would be a far better way to get back to his slump than the crowded, stinking, un-air-conditioned bus he’d taken to this part of DeeCee. Best of all, the fixer had said he might have some work. Andy would have to check back in day or two.