"They won't sleep tonight, Lumen. Because they know the answer. No one does. Only Skacat."

"And every cop, every Syndicate soldier, every rubbernecker who looks at those wrecks… they'll ask the same question. What kind of madman drives a hundred masin through a city? "

I stepped out of the roofless Ram-9. My knuckles were white bone. My one good eye was bleeding from the pressure.

The last five minutes were a straight shot down the Fissure Spine. But the Syndicate had one more trick. A hacker. He hit the lead masin's ghost-AI, made it go feral. The giant machine tried to crush me against the tunnel wall.

I flicked the ash.