And for the second time in as many minutes, I find I’m flashing back to the past. It lasts only a split second, but this time it’s to the darkened concrete corridors of the Fi ness Que t in Renton, where Lynne Telestrian’s troops waltzed me around like a fragging puppet. This time is different, very different... First, because my helmet’s circuitry has automatically kicked in light-amplification and thermographic sensors, projecting the composite image onto the HUD of my face-shield. And second, because I can sense the comforting presence of Argent and his assault cannon behind me and to my right.