Rage like Tom had never known swept through him until his whole body seemed to have been lit on fire. He pounced and slammed into him. Tom didn’t even feel Dalton’s elbow hit his cheek, Dalton’s feeble attempts to fight back. All he saw was that smug, hateful face and he crashed his fists into it over and over again, hearing a nose crunch, feeling a body trying to buck him off, hands trying to claw at his face, shove him away. And then Tom hauled the gibbering executive to his unsteady feet and drew Dalton’s blood-smeared face right to his. “HOW DID SHE GET A NEURAL PROCESSOR?” Dalton’s voice
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I feel like this had soo much emotion! It felt like I was really seeing Tom yell at Dalton and pinning him to the wall.
