It was a normal enough evening in the City. Most cubers had left the drudgery of their semi-private desks to go home to families or out on the town, leaving the streets in residential areas quiet, and very much the opposite around bars and restaurants, shopping complexes and the big entertainment venues. The sun had dropped to the horizon, casting deep shadows that were almost dark enough to hide the piles of garbage in the seedier parts of town, away from the dinner-table peace and nightlife revelry.<br/><br/>There, deals of many sorts took place, and there was room for nearly anyone strong enough, fast enough or ruthless enough to carve out a niche. More than anywhere else in the City, the old phrase 'it takes all kinds' rang true.