SNOW CRASH

This is Crips turf. The Crips wanted to provide security, but Hiro, a student of Altamont, decided to take the risk of snubbing them. He hired The Enforcers to do it instead.

So every few dozen feet there’s a large man with erect posture wearing an add green windbreaker with ENFORCER spelled out across the back. Very conspicuous, which is how they like it. But it’s all done with electropigment, so if there’s trouble, these guys can turn themselves black by flipping a lapel switch. And they can make themselves bulletproof just by zipping the windbreakers up the front. Right now, it’s a warm night, and most of them are leaving their uniforms open to the cool breezes. Some of them are just coasting, but most of them are attentive, keeping their eyes on the crowd, not the band.

Seeing all of those soldiers, Hiro looks for the general and soon finds him: a small, stout black guy, a pint-sized weightiifter type. He’s wearing the same windbreaker as the others, but there’s an additional layer of bulletproof vest underneath, and clipped onto that he’s got a nice assortment of communications gear and small, clever devices for hurting people. He’s doing a lot of jogging back and forth, swiveling his head from side to side, mumbling quick bursts into his headset like a football coach on the sidelines.

Him notices a tall man in his late thirties, distinguished goatee, wearing a very nice charcoal gray suit. Hiro can see the diamonds in his tie pin flashing from a hundred feet away. He knows that if he gets up closer he will be able to see the word “Crips” spelled out in blue sapphires, nestled among those diamonds. He’s got his own security detail of half a dozen other guys in suits. Even though they aren’t doing security, they couldn’t help sending along a token delegation to show the colors.

____________ This is a non sequitur that has been nibbling on the edges of Hiro’s mind for the last ten minutes: Laser light has a particular kind of gritty intensity, a molecular purity reflecting its origins. Your eye notices this, somehow knows that it’s unnatural. It stands out anywhere, but especially under a dirty overpass in the middle of the night. Hiro keeps getting flashes of it in his