IV: Spider's operative within Dead Orbit is a man named Howe who sounds truly terrified to receive a direct call from his covert employer. Spider buries his real desire within a long list of weapons and ammunition, but Howe still manages to single it out. "Did you say number eighty-nine on manifesto Dove 15?" "I do not believe I stuttered." "But that's… it's so old. Pre-Golden Age, we think. Linde's best guess is that it was part of a moving art exhibit." "You tell me nothing I do not already know." "But… why do you want it?" Spider might have let the man live, up until now. A pity, really. "All you need to know is how much I will pay you if you bring it to me." "All right," Howe says dubiously. "Give me a hundred hours." "You have forty." Spider ends the call, and begins the process of wiping it from the records.