I wanted sleep, I craved sleep. But what I needed was to log onto UOL to see if a meet could be scraped together in the next twenty-some hours. Of course, I couldn’t see to that need in the safe house. Blake knew I was bagged to the bone, and what does someone who’s bagged to the bone do when he’s given time off? Not log onto a Matrix BBS, that’s for sure. Word would get back to Blake that for some reason I ranked connect time as more important right now than sack time, and he’d start wondering why. That kind of wondering I don’t need. So it was out to the bike, fire up the engine—after checking for surprises, of course. It wasn’t that I was expecting trouble, but I had tended to be more cautious after seeing some grunts washing remnants of Ranger off the walls of the building. Then I cruised back toward the Wenonah.