If Peter was making a mental list of people that he expected to show up in his VR, Chasseur would definitely, definitely not have been on it. But there she is, standing there looking like the sunlight is a brand new thing. Peter's heart stutters in his chest. The last time he'd seen her, she'd shot him full of tranquilizers and threatened to slit his throat. And then...well, Peter didn't know. He'd woken up unharmed other than a wicked tranq hangover and where Chasseur had ended up hadn't been on his priority list at all. There had been far more important things to worry about.

But there she is. Could she have been one of the new arrivals, and somehow he didn't notice? Somehow she didn't notice him? That seems weird. He's pretty sure Chasseur wouldn't have missed him.

This is too damn surreal.

Peter climbs up the steps toward the road, a friendly smile pasted on his face. "Officer," he calls. "What brings you to this fine simulated neck of the woods today?"