"The last surviving assassin pulls the pin on a thermite grenade aimed at the central server array."
"Drop it!" Bisma roared, his voice cutting through the ringing alarms and the chaotic din of the foundry floor.
He lunged forward with explosive speed, his boots slamming hard against the metal flooring of the elevated control office. The air between them felt thick and scorching as the fuse of the thermite grenade began to spit a fierce, blinding white spark.
The assassin laughed hysterically, his eyes wide behind his tactical visor as he prepared to hurl the device directly into the glowing server racks.
Bisma didn't hesitate. He launched his entire body through the air, driving his shoulder squarely into the enforcer's chest just as the man's arm c****d backward.
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