he felt the gun ripped from his firm grasp by an unseen force, the goop nearly blending with the ceiling, as he felt something heavy drop in front of his visor. the only thing he could see as his arms were wrenched apart by nanites were four blindingly bright red orbs.

"warning! handshake attempt from unknown user. hostile AI purge in progress, please wait an estimated five to ten minutes" said the operative's on-board AI with a cheerful chime, but he could barely hear it over the "handshake attempt" that was occurring at this very moment. he could feel his insides shifting, as parts on his body lost feeling. before long, he couldn't feel anything, in pitch blackness, save for those hateful red orbs.

just when he had lost all hope, that familiar voice chimed "handshake attempt thwarted. purging hostile AI now" a surge of pain washed over him, and he blacked out, dropping to the floor heavily.