Lafiel weighed the idea.  Ninety-five percent of the people she knew in Seattle were part of the shadow community, and the ones that talked with her more than once every rare blue moon...most of them were technomancers, though she did know a pair of hackers and one really competent mafioso.  "I don't know anyone that would need a job lugging crates around, but if someone needs a custom job on their piece, I'll give them your name."  She had decided to go with the offer.  "You should probably give me an alias or something, whatever you normally do when you take shadow contract work, so I can send that to my friends."