Hermann post car bomb

One of the others detached from the group and came to the closest of the
rails, on the line that threaded west out of Detroit toward the state line and
beyond. He sank into a crouch, and she heard the faint whine of micro-
motors in his joints. The largest of them in build and bulk, he was almost a
full-body prosthesis cyborg and what flesh there was of him seemed more
like a coating applied to a steel sculpture than the true matter of the man. In
particular, his organic face hung on a hairless chromed head like a mask,
inset with two bulky crimson optic implants that gave him a permanently
doleful expression.

Thorne knew little about him, other than rumors that the man had been
patched together with experimental augmentations and vat-grown bio-mech
limbs after surviving the detonation of a truck bomb. All she cared about
was that he was as capable as he looked. Others had chosen these operatives
to assist her, based on algorithms and predictive models that Thorne would
never be privy to. Each was augmented to a lesser or greater extent, many
with exotic modifications that she had never seen before. But that mattered
little in the situation before her; all that was required of Thorne was to
marshal them to complete the objective.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 11 pg. 195