The plexishield faceplate of Dougan’s helmet was scarred, making Jonathon’s vision slightly uneven for a moment before he adjusted mentally. A fiber-optic line integrated into his armor, letting the datajack at his temple connect through to the command module in the seat of the extensively modified Yamaha Rapier at his tailbone. He piloted the bike cybernectically, like an extension of himself, leaving his hands free for more important things like weapons.