Chapter Three: The Open Eight-Tenths

The Hounds did not get angry. They smiled, then attacked Han Zheng's right knee. Their stocky forward forced him through two changes of direction. Han survived the first and lost the second. A layup. On the next possession Zhou helped, and the captain kicked to the corner. Three-zero. “They've seen his medical file,” Su said. “Street players can't access that.” Zhou studied their identical silver wristbands. “Someone fed it to them.” The captain tapped his band. “Zeus said you'd come. He says discarded players belong in the trash.” Another drive dropped Han to the floor. Five-zero. Zhou's Forecast screamed warnings, but seeing the lanes did not let him guard all of them. There were no substitutes. Removing Han meant a slow death.