As Rafael settled Fede into one of the dozen plush seats that filled the back of the VTOL, I scrambled through a hatch into the cabin. The tiny compartment had no windows of any kind—all piloting and navigation was done cybernetically. The pilot was a crewcut human rigger in a padded bomber jacket. He was jacked into the VTOL by means of twin fiber optic cables that disappeared into chromed datajacks at either temple. He turned to look at me with two eyes that were obviously cyber. Instead of irises and pupils, the centers of each eye gleamed a dull red.