figure in a black mask, signaled toward Jack.
"This way!" the masked operative shouted, tossing Jack a gun.
Jack caught it in one swift motion, and without hesitation, he fired a shot at the nearest guard, taking him down. The operatives cleared the way, and Carter and Jack bolted toward the north wing.
But as they reached the exit, the door burst open, and a flood of guards stormed in, guns blazing. The narrow hallway erupted into a firefight, bullets flying in every direction. Jack pressed his back against the wall, breathing heavily.
"How many more of these guys are there?" Jack muttered, peeking around the corner to see the guards closing in.
"Too many," Carter replied. "But we're almost there. Just keep moving!"
With a nod, Jack charged forward, dodging the hail of gunfire. He tackled one of the guards, disarming him in a swift, brutal motion before turning the rifle on the others. The air was thick with smoke and the sound of gunfire, but Jack's focus was razor-sharp—each shot counted, each movement precise.
Suddenly, Jack was knocked off balance as one of the guards slammed into him, sending them both crashing to the ground. They struggled for control, the guard trying to pin Jack down while aiming his gun at his face. But Jack, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and rage, twisted the guard's arm, dislocating his shoulder with a sickening snap.
The guard howled in pain, and Jack didn't waste a second—he grabbed the rifle and slammed the butt of it into the guard's head, knocking him out cold.
"Jack! Move!" Carter shouted from ahead.
Jack rolled to his feet and sprinted toward the exit, just as more operatives joined the fight, providing cover fire. The mysterious figure in black, the leader of the ops team, was an unstoppable force—methodically taking out guards with deadly accuracy, clearing a path for Jack and Carter.
As they reached the final door, Carter kicked it open, revealing a waiting helicopter on the rooftop, its blades already spinning.
"Get in!" the operative leader barked, his voice barely audible over the roar of the chopper.
Jack and Carter didn't hesitate. They sprinted toward the helicopter, but just as Jack reached the door, a bullet grazed his arm. He staggered, but Carter grabbed him, pulling him into the chopper.
"Go! Go!" Carter shouted to the pilot.
The helicopter lifted off just as more guards burst onto the rooftop, firing desperately at the escaping aircraft. Jack slumped back in his seat, clutching his bleeding arm, but his eyes were focused on the prison below as it shrank in the distance.
The mysterious leader removed his mask, revealing a sharp, calculating face. He looked at Jack with a smirk.
"You did good back there, Mayors," he said.
Jack glanced at him, breathing heavily. "Who are you?"
The man didn't answer, just leaned back, the smirk never leaving his face.
EVERONE WHO READS THIS PLEASE GIVE ME A REVIEW.