Luis wrinkled up his nose and scowled at the train. He was always surprised how badly these hivers treated their surroundings. I mean, sure, they couldn't throw everything in the sea or in a midden, but some of this stuff still had some use in it! At any rate, he leaned on one of the sides of the car and tried to keep his balances as it travelled. He said, "Nobody seemed to know anything about these gang-clans, but we should be able to find some gangers to squeeze some info out of. Whose winning the gang war, whose buying weapons and stuff. Suppose we could be pretending to hire muscle of our own or something, get a meeting with some gang leaders."