The name of the traitor was Radrillo. He was lying in a hospital bed right now.
He was the only one who'd survived that day: knowing where Woolie would come rushing out from, he'd hidden as soon as the two sides started fighting.
But shrapnel from a grenade had still pierced his head, and he'd needed a small operation to remove it.
The Ripperdoc was giving him a follow-up examination.
Wearing a mask, the Ripperdoc said to Radrillo on the hospital bed, "You're recovering well, but you should get your skull patched up to seal the wound."
"Do it!" Radrillo waved his hand grandly. "I'm about to come into money, bro! Top-of-the-line Cyberware, a car. Once I've got money, you'll get your cut!"
"Heh, you've been paying promptly lately, that's for sure. Don't get yourself killed-where'd you go to make your fortune?"
"I found a long-term gig. Don't ask. Anyway, once I find someone to connect me with the right people, I'll have money to spare!
"Oh, right. I remember you said last week you got your hands on a genuine Kiroshi Cyber-Eye? Put it in for me!"
"Damn, looks like you really struck it rich. Lie still."
Radrillo lay happily in bed.
That was how this city worked: as long as you had money, you could get more Cyberware installed. With more Cyberware, you could become stronger. Once you became stronger,
you could have everything.
A badass Mackinaw flashed through his mind, along with the way the people inside had fought.
Their strength was suffocating. He wanted to become someone like them, too.
To become someone like them, he needed money. Holt had plenty of money, and Javier had plenty of money.
With those rich bastards backing him, he could make money-lots of it.
The Ripperdoc gave him an