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The blue uniform feels stiff, the fabric scratching against your neck as you try to mimic the steady, authoritative gait of the men who run this place. It’s a dangerous masquerade. One wrong word or a stutter in your step, and the heavy iron gates won't be opening for you—they’ll be locking you in. The air inside the block is stagnant, smelling of floor wax and cold sweat. You can hear the distant, rhythmic clack of boots on the catwalks above, a reminder that the clock is ticking and your "badge" only buys you so much time before someone notices a face they don't recognize.

Your friends are tucked away in the shadows of these concrete corridors, waiting for a miracle they aren't sure is coming. Every time you turn a corner, your heart hammers against your ribs like a trapped bird. You find them, one by one, their eyes widening when they realize who’s behind the visor. There’s no time for a reunion. You have to move fast, guiding them through the blind spots of the surveillance grid toward the rooftop where the air is thin and the noise of the city starts to bleed in.

The helicopter is idling on the pad, its blades cutting through the night air with a deafening, rhythmic whump-whump-whump. This is the moment where the stealth dies and the desperation takes over. You’re launching them into the bay of the chopper, shoving them toward safety as the sirens finally begin their mournful, high-pitched wail. The guards are coming—you can hear the radio chatter exploding into chaos behind you. The ruse is up. The uniform that was your shield is now a target. 🚁

But you aren't on that flight. Not yet. You watch the skids clear the roof, the wind from the rotors nearly knocking you off your feet. Now comes the hardest part: the descent. You’re a ghost in a blue suit, sprinting through the emergency stairwells, your lungs burning as you hunt for the exit. The prison is waking up, a giant concrete beast trying to crush you before you can reach the perimeter.

The getaway car is waiting just past the final gate, a dull metallic glint in the moonlight. Every second feels like a minute as you break for the fence, the sound of your own breathing loud in your ears. You dive into the driver’s seat, the engine roaring to life with a desperate, guttural snarl. As the prison towers recede in the rearview mirror, the adrenaline finally starts to ebb, leaving you with nothing but the open road and the cold realization of how close you came to staying in that cell forever. 🏎️

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