"Not yet," Archangel said with the icy cool that was her trademark in the biz. "For a modest fee, which I expect to be recompensed when we’re paid, I arranged for a diversion in Doc-Wagon’s system. I gave a group of thrill deckers who were playing in the Matrix tonight a few of DocWagon’s less security-intense passcodes to forage among the files. It would be chump change for us, but a few of them can turn some decent nuyen for a couple hours work. The DocWagon deckers will have too much cyber-traffic jamming their own retrieval systems to locate that particular truck for a while." She raised an arched brow. "As long as the SRT members are in no position to call it in."