But a second was all I needed. I slammed my hands forward, knocking his head into the control panel above the driver’s seat and tearing the link from the datajack in his skull. He moaned and tried to rise, but was disoriented by the sudden jack-out. I used the opportunity to punch him in the sternum, thinking to knock the wind from him—and then screamed in pain as my fist struck what felt like a solid metal wall. Drek! The fragger was dermal-plated! I should have expected that when I saw that he wasn’t wearing armor.