Six pairs of plastic binders and all three were securely bound hand and foot. Unless they were trolls with a linebacker's augmented strength there was no getting out of this.<br/><br/>No sirens in the background, no wristbands with the DocWagon logo - the three twitching on the ground were likely runners who could not afford the data trail a DocWagon field extraction contract would bring with it. Not that such a contract was really that useful for a runner to start with - DocWagon's claims aside, any runner mortally wounded usually died before the nearest Doc Wagon team had even received the call, either by whoever shot him putting a cap in his head, or bleeding out. Still, there were records out there - the man had watched him, so there might be a recording in his cybereyes.The BMW's sensors though were partially dealt with by simply pulling a handkerchief over most of his face and letting his shades hide his eyes.<br/><br/>No active networks in the area, apart from the girl's PAN - which looked like a dummy public commlink, her real one likely as implanted and in hidden mode. The briefcase was next to her, secured with a maglock. Maybe even had a locator that reacted if it was separated from her too far.