Without warning I lunge forward, left hook blurring towards his head. I land it and the impact knocks him clear off his chair and onto the ground, his head colliding with the metal radiator with a loud CLANG. I vault his desk and start pounding the terminal, heart racing like a downhill rollercoaster. Security lights start blinking, and a siren blares from the walls. If I can just jack the terminal—
Except I underestimate him. Jugg’s a tough bastard, tough as they come. He’s up and swings his hammer back over his head.
“No, wait—” I try to dodge but it comes down like a guillotine, and there’s a sick noise as twenty pounds of iron cave my spine.