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Darrow and I took up position outside the Tower, waiting till the longest leg of the evening had ambled by on the chrono. We people-watched while planning our way in.
SynCorp tolerates a healthy nightlife. A vital bar scene is a good way for the bluechippers to let off steam and spend their hourlies on replenishibles provided by the Company—at a fair profit to itself. After the recent near-extermination of mankind by a pissed-off Earth, it was heartening to know the controlling authority took recycling money so seriously.
It was near midnight when we made our move. Sometimes when it’s hard if not damned impossible to sneak into a place, the best option is to walk right up to the front door. Or at least a side door, like I’d done at the marshals’ station. So that’s what we did.
We ch
