Movement, in my peripheral vision. For a horrible moment, I’m back in the Tsarina, cruising through Montlake. Movement above me and to the left, on top of one of the smaller buildings. Then I snap back into the present. Without thinking, I drop to one knee and bring up my rifle. The link between the tech in my head, the smartgun in my hand, and the armor’s circuitry brings up a display from the rifle’s scope onto my helmet’s HUD. A single figure, wearing light armor different from the gear my troops are wearing. Swinging around like he’s just spotted me too, bringing some kind of weapon to bear. The Czech assault rifle and the new chip in my head—the one supplied by Lynne Telestrian—synch up, and I squeeze the trigger.