In a quieter part of The City, Warren knocked on the door of a shoebox apartment.  The others were already inside.  Renee peered out from behind the chained door, then let him in.  There were seven of them in total.  Not a big crew, but large enough that there could be complications.  He didn’t know most of them.
“Do you have them?”  Norm asked from his seat at the head of the card table.  Warren recalled his inventory and pulled out a bag.  He upended it onto the table.
“Seven boot guns,” he said.  “stripped and ready for avatar bonding.”