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Fire Fox looked up from his computer where he had been studying the chip Chaple had given to Tyr. "Do you know who hired Chaple? I mean usually we'd, you'd rather, meet the Johnson we didn't this time. And all of this info looks to have been gathered over the course of a couple nights by Donovan the Dark."

Donovan was a drekhot runner on par with Fastjack. Also like Fastjack no one's ever met him outside of the Matrix. Mind you not even Donovan, as big of an ego as he has, compares himself to Fastjack, who is probably the best Decker on the planet.

"Well, noting the information we're going after I'd have to say that it would be Fuchi." Tyr said, though unsure.

"Don't forget Renraku, they have been making a huge push lately." Dove put in, her body heat still a slight distraction to Tyr.

Tyr shrugged, "Hell let's face it it could be Saedar Krupp for all we know."

Fire Fox frowned, "Everything I've read so far? This is lostech, which would interest Lofwyr, but it's not near marketable yet. It's not a quick steal and release situation."

"He may want to keep it for himself, you never know. I mean the biggest thing we have to worry about is that the info is kept off Matrix. If it had been on the Matrix somewhere..."

"We wouldn't have been needed, Donovan is good. I'm better..." Fire Fox said much to Peregrine's amusement.

Jake shrugged his shoulders under his armored greatcoat, "Hey as long as it doesn't wind up being an Aztechnology job, I'm good."

Tyr nodded, knowing how much Jake seemed to despise that Megacorp. Though he never explained why, Tyr had to assume it was from some past run. He did take a perverse pleasure though in running against Aztechnology. Tyr made it a point to make sure he knew that he wasn't going against Aztech twice in a row. It's not good to make enemies of a Megacorporation. "Any other questions?"

"Will I be able to kill anyone tonight?" Mr. Clean asked.

"Again, I'd prefer to be in and out with no deaths. But, if the drek hits the ventilator, you will be able to use Bertha." Tyr answered, taking a glance at the Panther **** Cannon Mr. Clean named Bertha. "Nothing else? Let's mount up then."