Marcus landed a heavy blow to Damon’s ribs, sending him gasping against the wall.

I grabbed the tablet, my fingers searching the cracked glass for the abort command.

*95%…*

I slammed my palm against the virtual escape key, but the system demanded a physical confirmation.

“The power cable,” I murmured, looking at the base of the terminal.

I reached behind the main server tower, my fingers brushing against a thick, braided utility wire.

With all my strength, I yanked the cable backward.

The copper connectors sparked, biting into the palm of my hand as the wire ripped free from the wall socket.

The wall monitors went dead instantly, plunging the room into darkness.

The only light came from the emergency exit sign above the door, casting a dull red glow over the scene.

Damon was on one knee, his chest heaving as he stared at the dark screens.

Marcus lay still on the floor, dazed from the impact of his head hitting the concrete during the struggle.

“Did you stop it?” Damon asked, his voice strained.