The driver in Taxi Cab 899 is either the same guy who gave me a lift that first night or his twin. A skinny little fellow with an Ul'ru accent, playing twangy music. Flying over the skyscrapers, I sit in the backseat, leaning back and massaging the throbbing place where I banged my shin escaping the factory. After narrowly avoiding Albright and Wilmer, I've decided enough is enough. I'm headed downtown, to the Amber City Morgue.

I need what I was promised in the beginning. A ...