"It's working! Speed. Power. Precision! Continue the strategy, Jax," Juri's report spiked my adrenaline. I found a way: tissue damage, not total organic paralysis.
I leaped quickly toward the two remaining guards charging from behind the AC vent. They used semi-automatic pistols, their shots shattering several electrical insulators next to us. Sparks flew, illuminating their faces, which were protected by thick Kevlar respirators. They were true Phantoms, and this made them too dangerous to take down like street thugs.
They launched tactical shots from 10 feet away. I had to strike directly at their wrists. Twice. They were specially trained. My movements had to preempt all their thoughts. In close-quarters combat, they risked injury; in an open fight like this, I risked failing to reach
