Jurgensen snarled in anger. His riot shield vanished, a snub-nosed submachine gun taking its place in his hands. He triggered a burst into the frame that was still attacking him, blowing gaping holes through the ronin. The frame attacked again, slamming its tetsubo into the decker’s head. But then, with a despairing, electronic screech, it pixelated and vanished. The SMG muzzle swung toward Sly.