Crushes armrest

What he read on the screen hollowed him out. He saw the reports from the
Belltower recon, the intelligence profiles of enemy strength and
numbers, the warnings of sleeper drones; and with them, he saw mirrors of
the same data, only with all threat and nuance carefully bled out of
them. Fabricated reports showing the area of operations for the Rainbird
mission clear of enemy contact. Lies and more lies, dressed up like
truth.

A truth Ben Saxon had accepted without question. A truth that had cost his
men their lives. He heard the crunch of metal and glanced down; his
augmented hand had fractured the arm of the seat he was sitting in. Sucking
in a breath, he released his grip and glared back at the screen.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 9 pg. 251