"As I say, Fuchi is a good client of ours. When Kuranita was unable to continue working as a samurai, we were happy to pass him along. Most people thought he was a freelancer. We knew better." He smiled warmly. "Oh, neural implants can buy such loyalty. You never betray a company that can turn your brain to soggy mush in five seconds flat. Those mycotoxins are lovely agents, don’t you think?" The second man grinned his agreement.