Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)

We ended up in a small diner a few blocks away from the wraith club. It was almost empty, so we didn't have to worry about being overheard.

Mickey ordered some fries and a cheap beer, and looked at me with open curiosity.

'So. You're one of hers too, huh? Do you know what it means?'

I assumed he was talking about the Protector.

'What?'

'It means that you're like me. A powerhouse. What are you, Category 6?'

I nodded.

'Something like that.'

'I'm C4 myself, - there was unabashed pride in his voice. - That's why the Bitch herself monitors us.'

'I don't follow'

'Well, there's something like two hundred wraiths in the city, right? But most of them are niners, you know. Can't hurt a fly. They are all stabled with ordinary, low-level PA flunkies. But someone like me or you, half a dozen of us or so, we're all being 'protected' by the Bitch. She's no joke, man. She's hardcore. Like a modern Knight Templar.'