"Welcome to the dark future," the monitor chimed in a cheerful, corporate voice.
The door kicked open, and the room was flooded with the red lasers of tactical teams. Jax didn't get to play the game that night. He was already living it.
A heavy thud echoed from the hallway. Then the sound of a thermal charge melting the door lock. The download hadn't been a gift from a pirate site; it was a tracking virus sent by the Arasaka Corporation to find the two thieves who had stolen a prototype chip three nights ago.