The man was black-skinned and bald with multiple skill-softs bristling just above one ear. His eyes were chromed, and his motions were blindingly fast, but jerky, not like the smooth movements of Venice Jones. In armored synth-leather he came like a robot, first firing a blast from the grenade port of his rifle. Then, as the grenade flew toward the hole where the rear window had been, the man’s eyes locked with Jonathon’s and he fired a pulse of his rifle directly at Jonathon’s head.