[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~01:23, Soho, London]
<Roger dodger. You've got my transceiver freqs.>>
Even as Al careened the van backwards up the alley in the wake of rat-boy's toy electric, he shouted back to the extractees as he briefly unlocked the smuggler compartment: "Ever'one wifi dark NOW. Use yer link's ta shut ever'thing slaved OFF. An' then check all yer wearables, implants, EVER'thing ta make sure it is OFF. Then shut that lid back up."