Dre

Dre felt his heart quickly beating. His hands were tied as he sat in the back seat of the car, now way out in the desert. In the front seats sat two people, eyes fixed on the terrain ahead.

This was bad, he had to think of something. What weapons did they have? He struggled to get a look around the seats and saw the woman had a pistol. Not sure about the guy though. What about cybernetics? The guy had both eyes implanted, probably some kind of thermal vision or something based on what had already happened. The woman had a blade on her left arm...

What about him? Hands were tied, he had a network and computing chip in his head and a gun in his wrist, but no ammo in it... Think, damn it.

The car was pulling to a stop now, and the other two wordlessly got out before opening the back door. The woman grabbed him roughly and yanked him out, shoving him to walk forwards as she drew her gun.

Dre's head was going into overdrive as he walked forward until he got an idea. Frantically, he reprogrammed his wrist gun's firmware in his head. This was just rope. If he could make it hot enough, maybe it could burn. At the same time, he tried to disable the woman's blade. Meanwhile, the two of them walked behind him, none the wiser. After a few seconds, the man spoke. "Okay, that's far enough. Mia, just get this done with."

Suddenly, Dre started rapid firing from his wrist. No bullets, but he felt the heat burn the inside of his skin. The heat from the barrel was directed at the ropes, and in a flash, they started smoldering and snapped. Reeling from the pain in his arm, he spun around as the woman raised her gun toward him.