The corpse in the driver’s seat shifts position. His name’s Axle. He’s got
cyberoptics for eyes and black-wired jacks stuck into the side of his skull. He 
can pilot the van without even putting a hand on the wheel. That won’t be
necessary tonight, though. Axle’s the rigger so he does the driving, but this
job won’t require much of his special skill. This one is pure rock and roll.