“You’re sure of that contact? Kent Whitman?” “I swear it, Fidelio!” “He’s a guide. He’ll take it to the Railroad. What’s the DC stop? Electric Toyland? So we drop some snoopy on Whitman. He’s one of the Khan’s grunts. I’ll book in to the Jupiter, it’s two blocks away from Toyland. As soon as Whitman comes near, I’ll take down the rogue in front of the goddam station and there’s nothing they can do about it. Man, I can just imagine their faces, talking to the cops. Wouldn’t it be a shame if the shop front took a little friendly fire, eh? All in the name of the law? Set the bastards back a little. Hey, the Company doesn’t care, but the damn metalhead lovers, they don’t see where this is going. If they do pass some kind of Emancipation bill, what the hell happens to business, eh? It’s me doing cuff-&-rough at the orders of some storefront camera-bank ‘bot. The way I see it, Toyland can have a bit of my favorite kind of payback—In Advance.”