Clink was furious. He had been tracked down by a new type of synth, failed to get answers, and let it get away. He looked at his arm pad. There was no sign of the synth's new body. It was probably underground somewhere, hiding like the little bitch that it was. He shrugged. "Might as well make some money while I wait," he said. He set off for the Family's main safehouse to pick up an extermination contract. Once he got to the house, he walked over to the wall of people the Family thought should be taken out. He pondered, wondering which poor fool would be killed today. He finally settled on a talk but muscular looking man. He was bald, with vibrant blue eyes. Clink looked closer at the photo. It said it had been taken just this afternoon.