By the time the runners had reached their hideout, the girl had settled down. She finished her coffee, and Twitch gave her some extra clothes to wear. She said her name was Raille.
"Just-Raille?" asked Twitch. "No-last-name?"
"No." she replied, very sternly.
They arrived at their hideout: a cathedral in the suburbs.
"Hold on..."started Raille,"You guys kill people for money, yet you hide out in a church?"
"A couple of things, babe." Menniker replied, "First of all, we don't kill for money. We kill for a great deal of money. Second of all, it's my dad's church, so we stay for free."
"Your dad?"
"He's a priest."
"And he doesn't care what you do?"
"Nope."
They walked through a side entrance and into the sanctuary. Twitch stretched out on a pew with a bottle of Bawls in hand.
"There's-one-thing-that's-bugging-me-Raille." he said. "Actually-a-couple-of-things-but-we'll-cross-those-bridges-when-we-come-to-them. Right-now-I-just-want-to-know-how-you-managed-to-hit-me. It-wasn't-luck."
"I mimicked your actions, Twitch." she turned around and parted her hair to reveal a chip at the base of her skull. "You've heard of reflex recorders, right? Cyberware that let you store actions you've seen into your muscle memory. This is a prototype advancement of that. I can basically be a mirror image of anyone. I just used your own acrobatics against you."
"How did an anonymous thug like you get prototype cyberware?" asked Menniker.
"That's none of-" she began, but Twitch cut her off.
"I-think-this-should-explain-a-bit." he said, as he tore off a section on the back of her shirt. On her right upper back was a tattoo of the symbol of the computer and arms company Renraku.
"What-do-you-have-to-say-for-yourself?" asked Twitch, leveling his poisoned claw to her throat.
Just outside, three figures, two very large, and the other rather small, approached the main doors to the sanctuary.