Saturday 17th Feb... At night... ...At the Excalibur Building, Central Freedom City The Excalibur building was your general purpose business sky scraper, loaded with forty floors of pens and terminals, executive suits, conference rooms, and offices. It even had a mini-canteen, known for its fine selection of cheeses. The annual freelance reporter conference was going on, a rather miserable affair full of burnt out hacks and cynical writers. The booze flowed more freely than was strictly