"The ghosts are gonna mix it tonight, lady," Case said. "Wintermute's going up against the other one, Neuromancer. For keeps. You know that?"
<…>3Jane stepped from behind the bathchair. "Where? Describe the place, this construct."
"A beach. Gray sand, like silver that needs polishing. And a concrete thing, kinda bunker..." He hesitated. "It's nothing fancy. Just old, falling apart. If you walk far enough, you come back to where you started."