"I don't do scared, Rookie," Reno sniffed. And it was almost true. He ran in about four different modes. Cocky, seething, morose, and fucking terrified. Scared was somewhere in the middle, and thus it was not worth mention.

Such was the way of the Reno.

"Reeve, you figure? He's gotta know by now it's an issue. I'm wonderin' why the fuck he ain't pulled his head outta his ass to do somethin' about it. He was in charge of urban friggin' development. He should know better'n to think we don't need it, yoto."

A pause.

"Shit, I could get the kids to help grow these plants I got goin'. Some of 'em are almost too proud now to take what I got. But if they're earnin' their keep..."