Jack Was Taken Far

Jack sat in the dimly lit interior of the military police car, the weight of the handcuffs binding his wrists serving as a constant reminder of his precarious situation. Outside, the world passed by in a blur, the covered windows offering no glimpse of the outside world. Frustration simmered beneath the surface as he turned to his captors, his voice edged with defiance.

"Why am I being detained?" Jack's words rang out, laced with exasperation. "There's no evidence linking me to Carrie's death."

The occupants of the car remained stoic, their features obscured by the shadows cast by their tinted sunglasses. Among them, the scarred individual exuded an aura of authority, his weathered countenance betraying a past etched with hardship and strife. He glanced at Jack through the rearview mirror, his gaze piercing and unwavering.

"All your questions will be answered at the headquarters," he retorted gruffly, his tone brooking no argument.

Suppressing a sigh, Jack maintained his facade of fru