It was night, time moved slowly. The wind howled, the ghost was still awake. He was calmly sitting, thinking about what to do. The moon was brightly lit. Jack lay down on the bed. Time passed.
A guard came up, knocked on the door, and opened it.
He said, "Jack Mayors, I am Carter and we need to hurry."
Jack said, "Took you long enough."
As they slipped into the corridor, the low hum of the prison's fluorescent lights was suddenly pierced by the sharp sound of a guard's boots against the concrete floor. Carter gestured for silence, his eyes scanning the darkened expanse ahead.
"Stay low," he whispered, leading Jack forward, but the moment was shattered as the guard turned the corner, his flashlight sweeping the area.
"Hey! You there!" The guard's voice boomed, echoing ominously in the still air.
"Shit!" Jack cursed under his breath, adrenaline surging through him. Before they could react, the guard had his gun drawn, ready to sound the alarm.
"Carter, now!" Jack shouted, and in a split second, they lunged. Carter tackled the guard, slamming him against the wall with brutal force. Jack followed, using the element of surprise to wrench the gun from the guard's hand, tossing it aside.
But the commotion had triggered an alarm. Red lights flashed, and a blaring siren filled the air, drowning out their thoughts. They had mere seconds before reinforcements flooded the area.
"Let's move!" Jack urged, grabbing Carter by the arm as they sprinted deeper into the labyrinth of the prison.
Behind them, the sound of boots thudded against the floor, and Jack could hear shouts ringing out as guards radioed for backup. They darted around a corner, but another guard emerged, weapon drawn. Jack acted instinctively, shoving Carter aside and tackling the guard to the ground.
A fierce struggle ensued. Jack threw a punch, connecting with the guard's jaw, but the man retaliated, grabbing Jack's collar and flipping him over. Jack hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of him.
Carter rushed in, delivering a brutal kick to the guard's ribs, buying Jack the precious seconds he needed to recover. Jack scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he noticed a door marked "Supply Room" nearby. "In there!" he shouted, pushing through the door with Carter close behind.
Inside, they quickly scanned their surroundings. Shelves lined with equipment and tools loomed overhead. Jack spotted a metal pipe, grabbing it as they both leaned against the door, catching their breath.
"Do you hear that?" Carter whispered, his voice low and tense.
The distant sound of boots echoed closer. Jack clenched the pipe, his mind racing. "We can't stay here," he said. "We need a plan."
Before Carter could respond, the door rattled violently as the guards outside banged against it, shouting orders. They were moments away from being discovered.
"Get ready," Jack warned, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The door burst open, and two guards rushed in, weapons drawn. Jack swung the metal pipe with all his strength, catching one guard squarely in the side of the head, sending him crashing to the ground.
Carter dove for the second guard, grappling with him as they tumbled to the floor. The man fought back fiercely, but Carter's desperation fuelled his strength. With a swift motion, he managed to wrestle the guard's gun away, pointing it at him as the man struggled beneath him.
"Don't move!" Carter shouted, but the guard's eyes were wild, and Jack knew they were out of time. He swung the pipe again, knocking the gun from the guard's grip and sending him sprawling backward.
"Let's go!" Jack yelled, adrenaline propelling them forward as they raced past the fallen guards and back into the corridor, the alarm still blaring overhead.
As they sprinted through the narrow halls, Jack could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him. Their only option was to reach the outer perimeter, but as they approached the exit, they were met with a wall of officers, weapons raised and ready.
"Stop right there!" one shouted, and the tense standoff filled the air, heavy with anticipation.
"Go!" Jack yelled, pushing Carter forward as he took a defensive stance.
The first bullet whizzed past his ear, followed by the thunderous sound of gunfire erupting around them. Jack ducked low, adrenaline driving him as he fired back with the stolen gun, hitting one of the guards squarely in the shoulder.
"Carter!" he shouted, desperate to get his friend to safety, but the bullets were flying too close, too fast.
With a grim determination, Jack moved forward, returning fire as he weaved through the hail of bullets. Carter ducked behind a wall, eyes wide with fear and resolve.
"Cover me!" Jack shouted, pressing forward as he fought through the chaos, each step fuelled by the desire for freedom.
Carter nodded, taking aim, providing critical cover fire as Jack pressed toward the exit. They were almost there, but the guards were relentless.
Jack's heart raced as he charged forward, adrenaline blinding him to the pain of the gunfire. He slammed into the door, throwing it open and tumbling outside into the night air, gasping for breath.
Carter followed closely behind, but the moment of triumph was short-lived. More guards were rushing toward them, guns drawn, determined to end their escape.
"Run!" Jack yelled, and they sprinted into the shadows, only to be met with the sound of distant engines roaring to life. A convoy of black SUVs screeched to a halt, operatives spilling out, their intentions clear.
In the chaos, Jack realized they were not alone. The mysterious man's operatives had arrived, launching themselves into the fray with precision and intent. Gunfire erupted from all sides as the operatives and guards clashed, creating a whirlwind of chaos.
Jack exchanged a quick glance with Carter. "We're not done yet!"
Another 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.
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