"Pleased to meet you." The man's voice was a light tenor, with a hint of an odd accent. His hand gripped Trey's with as much restrained strength as Dan's. "You might as well call me Chief. Everyone else does. To answer your question about my legs, since everyone is too polite to ask, no I didn't lose them fighting the government, but losing them and...other things is what led me here." He looked at Red. "Someone has activated a search through the dogbots, so could you work your magic and ...