Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

TENSED RIDE BACK

Marcus and his team barely made it out alive. The ground shook beneath their feet as the base was consumed by a massive explosion, taking the bioweapon and all evidence of the conspiracy with it. The team, exhausted and bruised, sat in the military helicopter, flying away from the destruction. The air was thick with tension, each of them silently processing how close they had come to death.

Marcus looked out of the window, his eyes still on the smoke rising from the explosion in the distance. "That was too damn close. Everyone accounted for?"

Cole, sitting next to him, checked their crew. "Yeah, we're all here. Barely made it... but we’re alive. I don’t know how we survived that."

Jaxon groaned from the back, holding his side. "I wouldn’t say we’re exactly ‘alive,’ Cole. Pretty sure I’ve got a few broken ribs."

"Hang in there," Marcus said, turning to Jaxon. "We’ll get you patched up soon."

Cole chuckled nervously. "You always say that, but we keep coming out of this more broken than