A wooden sign swinging from the side of the buildings to her right showed a half-obscured skull and crossbones, barely recognizable under the freshly burned jagged triskele that was the icon of the Walking Dead.
She whirled, and her hand automatically jerked the Scrambler from its scabbard on her back.
Three other NetRunners were standing silently behind her, their Persona forms shockingly incongruous in the Wild West setting. One was a modification on the standard Persona form, an androgynous humanoid shape with sharkskin texture, the eyes shimmering black diamond. The second was straight out of a NetGame, a Special Forces type with M-16 at the ready and a long knife at its belt, both weapons representations of illegal and dangerous programs. The third was a gnome in a long green cloak,
