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We're docking in Target City for a few days, looking for work. We all know enough people that it won't take long, but it is nice to have solid ground for even a short time. And free time away from the ship will do me some small good.

I know a large percentage of the Runner population here, though they barely know me. I've worked with them, I've worked against them, but they always fail to connect my face and name. There are always new ones, every month, and there are always those who have faded away, forgotten.

Guanlong got me what I needed, but did not spare any expense because he, the sleepy and powerful lizard that he is, has no trust for or debt to anyone. I know him of old, but he does not differentiate between peer and supplicant.

My coin is lessened, but the ship is safe. Once the new program is installed, Em will have no access to the Navigation system, even if she thinks she does. I am ashamed that so much of me hopes she is distracted by some shiny something and forgets to clamber back aboard. Either way, we'll be safe, and Caban will find us a job, and we've got the opportunity to stretch our legs.