Khanna POV
"Target acquired. Stand down, Hunter," Jake's voice said, but it was flat, metallic, and utterly devoid of his personality. The puppet had seized control.
I didn't hesitate. I couldn't. With the tracker activated, Jake was a ticking bomb, and the countdown to Luke's victory had started. I didn't have time to mourn the man before me, only to neutralize the weapon.
I drove the heel of my palm hard into the side of Jake's neck, aiming for the carotid artery to achieve a momentary knockout. My movement was a blur of Agency efficiency, designed to drop a target instantly.
But Jake’s body didn't react like a human's. The nanotech overriding his nervous system seemed to grant him impossible reflexes. He rotated his head just enough that my strike glanced off his powerful trapezius
