Chương 2: Chapter 2: On the Run

Jack reached his safe house through a secret tunnel, quickly packing essential supplies. As he prepared to leave, the unmistakable sound of footsteps outside reached his ears, sending a jolt of adrenaline through him. He carefully peered through a window and spotted four assassins positioned at the corners of the house, with two more guarding the gate. These were no ordinary killers—they were Extraction operatives, elite agents trained to eliminate targets with precision. Trapped, Jack knew he had to calculate his escape with extreme care. The moonlight struggled to penetrate the thick canopy of trees, casting eerie shadows that seemed to close in on him. A figure approached the front door, moving with the silent, deadly grace of a predator. Jack took cover, his breath steady, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The door creaked open, and EX12, one of the top Extraction operatives, stepped inside. Jack held his breath, letting patience guide his actions. The sound of controlled, rhythmic breathing filled the room—a deadly game of chess where one wrong move could cost him his life. He had one chance, a narrow opportunity to escape the trap that had been meticulously set for him. As the wind rustled through the trees outside, Jack took a deep breath, his mind racing. The timing was everything. In one swift, fluid motion, he incapacitated EX12, feeling a pang of regret as he realized that the agent had once been an ally—part of a covert program that was supposed to protect their kind, not hunt them down. Betrayal stung like a knife to the gut, but there was no time to dwell on it. He had to get out. Jack moved silently through the house, every ounce of his training coming into play. He climbed out using the pipes, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and suspicion. Why had the Extraction Program been turned against him? The sound of approaching footsteps snapped him back to the present. He pressed his back against the wall, gripping his machete tightly. Suddenly, the house was flooded with blinding lights, disorienting the assassins. Seizing the moment, Jack launched into a brutal fight, every move calculated to maximize damage and ensure his survival. Despite taking hits—punched in the ribs and stabbed in the back—he managed to outmaneuver his attackers and escape. As he fled into the night, his phone buzzed with a new message: "Well managed, Jack. I will be seeing you soon." A cold chill ran down his spine. Someone was following him, and they knew every step he was going to take.