‘I’m sitting on him,’ said Aiden.

Cormac looked at the dracoman holding him. He could not help but appreciate the humour of the situation.

‘Where’s the man now?’ he asked.

‘Should be coming into sight.’

The figure that walked from the forest, with his shadow cast before him by the bloody moonlight, was immediately familiar to Cormac. He turned his attention to his shuriken holster. Its small screen was lit just enough in the darkness for him to make his selection of program, straining against the grip of the dracoman at every moment. When he had it set, he flipped the weapon into his hand and tossed it into the air. The shuriken shot away with a whickering sound. It stopped in midair only a metre or so in front of the man. The man halted, then he looked around.

‘This will fool them, Ian Cormac,’ he said, ‘but it won’t fool Pelter.’

Cormac pulled against the restraining hand and the dracoman reluctantly let him stand. It stood with him, baring its teeth at the shadowed figure.

‘It won’t fool who, John?’ he asked.

Stanton made a careful gesture towards the shuriken. ‘Can I come on in?’

‘Just walk. It’ll stay the same distance ahead of you. Don’t make any sudden moves, and don’t touch any weapons you might have,’ Cormac told him.

Stanton walked on into the encampment. As the light from the tents revealed him, Cormac saw a thinner-faced individual than the one he had known. Stanton was also decidedly battered.

‘I don’t have any weapons—only information,’ he said.

‘Why are you here, John?’

‘To see Pelter dead, that’s all.’

‘That’s far enough. Now explain yourself,’ said Cormac.

Stanton glanced behind him. ‘I don’t have much time to explain. You’re going to be hit very soon now.’

‘By Pelter, or by these others you refer to?’

‘The others. Pelter won’t come in here without some idea of what you’ve got. He hired people here, armed them, and promised them a shitload of cash. He’s going to use them as a probe, an expendable probe. You know what he’s like.’

‘Why should I believe you?’

‘Because I walked in here unarmed. Because I just don’t care any more. You can take me, but just get Pelter.’

Cormac looked at Stanton estimatingly. There was something in his voice. Something he perhaps might not have been able to discern when he was gridlinked. It struck him that this was sincerity.

‘We have heat traces,’ came Aiden’s voice over the com.

‘That’ll be them,’ said Stanton.

Cormac hit the recall and shuriken grudgingly returned. He held up his arm and it snicked into place in the holster. ‘John, get over here, now.’