Stealthily does it.

You watch her shoulder blades mover under her thin top and from the looks of it she's lost in her work at the moment. She doesn't look as buxom or as muscular as some of the girls in the place so you're pretty sure you could overpower her and pin her from behind with no trouble at all. You just need to sneak up on her without drawing attention to yourself.

You guess the best way would be counter-clockwise around the table. It means that after you clear the big wooden thing you'll be coming at her from an angle she shouldn't be able to see - that is, she'll still pretty much have her back to you.

Your sneaker soles are pretty worn and they don't make much sound at the best of times, so you decide to do your best impression of a ninja. You try to balance your weight, bring your feet to the floor as gently as possible and you keep low, almost stooping to the level of the table. It gets trickier as you round the table, because the space between it and the wall is thinner there. Every now and then you find yourself contorting your body comically to avoid some piece of electronic equipment sticking out at you, but you're good. You ARE a ninja - no-one could hear you coming.

Finally, with your ears now totally accustomed to the weird clicking, buzzing, humming of the room, you clear the gauntlet. You're four paces from her now, and you were right. She still has her back to you and you can only just see the little black plastic box she's working on.

Just rush her, grab her arms and squeeze the air out of her first. That's the plan.

Then she turns round. The chair she's perched on spins with a wild squeak and suddenly you're face to face. Fuck, of course it wouldn't be this easy. You get only an impression of her face - cute with a small nose and cheeky-looking freckles, before you realize there's no going back now and you charge at her.

One step and you feel something hit your chest, but it's light and it barely stings. Two steps and you see the way she's holding the little black box and the wires that look to be stretching from it all the way to your chest. You don't get to three steps before the massive electrical payload from the tazer works its way through the wires and into your chest.

You are quite literally blown off your feet. The x-thousand volts send your entire body into spasm and forces you almost into a backflip, killing your momentum and dropping you to the floor at her feet. Your mind is a blank screen, flickering black then white then black for a few moments and you're sure your heart stops.

But you don't pass out, you're proud of that much. Every muscles cries out now, and you can't move an inch, but at least you don't pass out. You're looking straight up at the dark ceiling when her face leans into view.

"Sucker," she says.