The man glances at Sigma and attempts to shoot him down, but the bird of prey quickly swerves and sweeps side to side, evading each bullet, and finally latches onto the man's eyes with his claws, and wrenches them out of their sockets. A milky white fluid squirts and hisses out of the empty, scarred sockets, dribbling into the strong winds. The man does not seem be in pain; he simply contains his emotionless face. A Synth! "Blasted pets," it says calmly, "Never any good." It then begins to climb blindly up the side of the car, retreating.