Almost directly across the alley from me is another one of those narrow passageways, this one running between Fi nes Que t and the building next to it. That’s probably my best bet, but it’s sure as frag not a good one. To make it I’ve got to break from behind the fridge, cross the alley—fast, there’s no cover, and I’m the line of fire of all three ops—and keep a-going. When I get to the street—one block south of The Promise, so there shouldn’t be watchers there—then I decide what’s next. The advantage of this option is that I’d be moving fast, at right angles to all three lines of sight. That means a tracking shot, the hardest kind, even for somebody heavily cybered up. (Again, don’t let the trid tell you any different.)