Welcome to the Front Range Free Zone. (That's Denver for you outta-sync jokers.) It's a subdivided, drek-infested, dead-dry tinderbox waiting for some political pyromaniac with slippery fingers to drop a match. It's the center of the black market for most of North America and the crossroads of six nations: Aztlan, CAS, Pueblo, Sioux, Ute, and UCAS. They get along with each other about as well as the rest of us do, all jandering for position and a slightly bigger piece of the turf. It's the home of the Nexus, the Denver Data Haven, repository of more black information than Maria Mercurial's diary (maybe).