Jonathon saw T-bone fire his last concussion grenade down at him, while Pollack turned away to intercept. But Tamara let fly her polycarb net, which tied up Pollack all nice and neat and tangled in his spokes. All that happened in the background, and Jonathon was barely conscious of it. His focus was on the flag, its weighted end leading its plummet. He was in position; his velocity matched it.