Before she could answer, a corporate kill-team rounded the corner, scanning for the exact same core. Lin grabbed the yapoos, shoved a data-slate into the kid's hand, and whispered, "Run."
The cat purred in her arms. It wasn't just a core. It was a witness. And in Yapoos Market RPD33, witnesses were either currency—or casualties. yapoos market rpd33
The kid grinned. "Thirty-three RPD. Or one favor." Before she could answer, a corporate kill-team rounded
"That core," Lin said, low.