The only heroes left were the criminals, or so it seemed to William Angevine. As the THOR class war cyborg stepped from the shadows cast by the vodka still's fractionating columns, the air in the warehouse chilled. He saw the massive creature's blue vidorbs first, then it stepped into the light. The cranial fuselage was aerodynamic, smooth, based on the skull structure of a dire wolf. The skull and chassis itself were made of reinforced, unpolished titanalum the color of slate. The beast was designed to inspire terror. Yet William Angevine felt none. A human tether, he alone could hear the cyborg's thoughts. They called to him, like Voices in the Stream.