Recovering and accelerating again, Luppas cut hard left, ramming into a go-ganger he’d outrun. Hammered by the Saab, the big troll came bounding off his machine and splatted against the car’s windshield with enough residual force to rip the bulletproof glass from its moorings. Crimson threads gushed from the go-ganger’s mouth and nose, streaking the fractured glass. Then he was gone, rolling across the buckled rooftop.