He didn't turn around. He didn't have time. The screen went black, and the only thing left in the room was the sound of a single, silenced gunshot that didn't come from the speakers.

Jax wasn't a bad player, but he was tired of being out-sniped by Rank 200s from across Crane Site. He copied the script, opened his executor, and injected it. A small, crude menu appeared in the corner of his game: . He dragged the slider to 5.0x .

The match started on Desert Storm. Jax gripped his Intervention. He didn't even aim for the head; he aimed at the air three feet to the left of an enemy’s shoulder and pulled the trigger. CRACK. A headshot icon flashed. He fired again at a player hidden behind a stone wall. CRACK. Another kill.