the smuggler’s bible

Sloan

The guy she’s after is supposed to have his head wired full of crazy shit that let’s him control the building’s security systems with, like, little buttons built into his teeth and stuff.

But the art of war is turning disadvantages into opportunities. Sloan somersaults into the room and lands a flying bicycle kick that sends several of the little white contact switches spraying against the wall. It’s gnarly.

“Tell your dentist who to thank for the—sorry, what?” The target mumbles something again. “What do you mean, ‘failsafe’?” Sloan says as every alarm in the joint starts to ring.