 How did Lane eventually find the Mayor?
Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. The black dog was on Lane's back. Old Mayor himself was going to hear about it. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. Mayor's Palace. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. Old cybrain, a gift from the Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have to figure out which one. Lane waited for the electronic brain to come up with the answer. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Lane somersaulted. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. Lane's own mind was just along for the ride. He began to plummet down, picking up speed. A predatory excitement rippled through him as he sailed down through the air. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. Out of the corner of his eye, Lane saw the girl fold to the floor. "Lashing police with his vibray," said the announcer, "Lane broke through the cordon surrounding Manhattan Armory. Two policemen were killed, four others seriously injured. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. Lane is an insane killer. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. The two police boats were hovering above the towers. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. A section of the energy globe bellied out from above. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. "Trooper Lane, of the Newyork Special Troops, is all." Orange or green is the action. Built, Lane saw. This is an embassy, if you know what that means." If you've never heard of diplomatic immunity, you'll suffer for your ignorance." "I'm the guy they told you about on the 3V. Where's the Mayor? "No. Nothing gets past, except maybe a full-size blaster-beam. "I told you, I'm an ambassador.
 He had some clues from Gerri and the rest was instinct
 Gerri helped him plan his route  He had some clues from Gerri and the rest was instinct  The cybrain knew exactly where to go after he jumped  The Mayor had a flag indicating his room