Andy couldn’t tell if the chrome shields over the ork’s eyes were implants or paste-ons, but the twin blades of gleaming metal that slid from beneath his sleeve were real cyberware; there was no tell-tale bulge of a strap-on unit under his sleeve. This ork was a real street samurai. The needle points projected twenty centimeters past the ork’s wrist and were perfectly spaced to pierce Andy’s eyes dead center.