QUOTE : Volga drops from her place on the wall to join me. She moves excitably, still young enough to be impressed by this. Dano hops along the columns back to the arch, where he graffities profanity with his laser drill. “The razor?” I ask. He twirls it in his hand. It’s meant for a man twice his size. “A nasty little dick tickler.” “The razor,” I say again. “Course, boss.” He flips it to me casually. I snag it out of the air. Its handle is too big for my hand. Real ivory exterior and inlaid with gold filigree. The rest is brutally economical. In whip form it coils like a thin, sleeping snake. Eager to be rid of it, I shove it in a foam carry case and tuck it into my pack. “All right, kids.” I open the canister of custom acid and tip it onto the marble floor. “Time to go.