Punches through release panel

“Pritchard!” he shouted, reopening the infolink as he guided the jeep into
the jet’s turbulent slipstream.

“Oh, now you want my help with something?” snorted the hacker. “I’m in
the airport monitors right now, I see you. What exactly do you think you’re
doing?”

“Stop this thing!” he snapped. “Shut down the jet!”

“In the next twenty seconds? It’s tempest-hardened, EMP-shielded. I
can’t hack that remotely with the gear at my disposal…”

The jeep’s wheels screeched as it bounced over the runway, and Jensen
spotted the hatch on the prow reopen as the mercs on board rolled out the
autocannon. Bright flares of tracer fire cut back toward him, a lucky shot
cracking off the headlights.

How do I stop it?”

Pritchard came back immediately. “The cargo pod! There’s an
emergency ejection control on the flank, if you could reach it…”
Jensen spotted the black-and-yellow striped panel next to a series of
handholds and locking points. It was close – but he would only get one shot
at this.

Pushing the jeep as fast as it could go, he yanked the steering wheel to
the right and cut under the cargo jet’s tail as the aircraft began to pull away.
He didn’t allow himself to think of the speed or the insane risk of what he
was doing, and instead Jensen lost himself in the pitch and moment of the
act.

The jeep bumped the side of the jet and lost traction. A front tire split
and the vehicle flipped into a roll – but by then Jensen had leapt the gap and
slammed into the side of the cargo pod. Wishing he’d chosen the same
mods to his cyberlimbs as Magnet, he hung on grimly as the jet crossed the
takeoff threshold and the nose undercarriage began to lift away from the
ground.

With all the force he could muster, Jensen punched the emergency
release panel, ripping right through the mechanism. He tore out whatever
circuitry he found inside, hoping that it would be enough. The screaming
wind tore at him, the force of it trying to tear him free of the fuselage.
Dimly, he sensed the heavily-laden aircraft clawing its way off the ground
as it came in sight of the end of the lengthy runway.

Then there were a series of loud bangs, gunshot-sharp, as the clamps
holding the cargo module in place abruptly released. The pod detached as
the jet lifted and Jensen went with it. Suddenly relieved of its extra weight
and mass, the cargo plane shot upward at a steep angle, its engines
shrieking as the pilot struggled to regain control of it before it tipped into a
lethal stall.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 10 pgs. 177-178