Turtle dropped off Sprite in a small, second floor unit. The darts had picked it up with cash over the line a few days earlier, and it took a handful of trips to empty Sprite’s equipment from the van to the room upstairs. She pulled the blinds and turned on a couple dim lamps. The place was dusty and had a closed room smell, but the aesthetics weren’t that important. Sprite uplinked her equipment to test speeds.

“This will be fine,” she said, getting four strong, important signals back.

Turtle nodded. “I’m sorry we can’t have you come with us.”