Merc nods. "All right, Ozzy," she tells the rigger. "Do it."

Oz nodded and drove the Prowler up to the gate. Crow idled her bike up next to it.

The terminal lite up with a stern face.

"Yes?"

"We have a package to drop off?"

"Excellent, drive up to the main house, please do not deviate from the route."

The rought iron gate rumbled as it slid open.

Bunny fidgeted nervously. "This ain't a trap, is it? It smells like a trap..."