Ben at best even with Jaron

"No?" The man drew out a cigarette, offered one that Saxon refused, and
then proceeded to light his own with an ornate petrol lighter. "I am a
great believer in the notion of 'right place, right time, right man,' Mr. Saxon."
He took a long drag. "And that is you, at this moment."

Saxon noticed the man's arms for the first time; they were like images from
old medical textbooks, skinless limbs packed with dense bunches of
artificial musculature over steel bones. Top-of-the-range, mil-spec
cyberlimbs. For a moment, he measured himself against the stranger,
wondering if he could take him on. Saxon concluded that at best, they might
be evenly matched.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 2 pg. 61