Take Him

The sterile glow of fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the concrete floor of the military headquarters' garage as Jack stepped onto the unfamiliar ground. The air was heavy with the scent of industrial cleaners, a stark contrast to the fresh air of freedom he had taken for granted mere hours before. With every step, the gravity of the situation weighed heavier upon him, the accusatory stares of the stern-faced individuals amplifying his sense of isolation and vulnerability.

The lead figure, a looming presence among them, bore down upon Jack with an intensity that made his blood run cold. "Jack Harrison, you are hereby charged with the murder of Carrie Lang, Director of The Golden Apple," he intoned, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Jack's mind reeled at the accusation, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the charges leveled against him. "This is absurd," he protested, his voice trembling with righteous indignation