"Keegan, are you sure this is the right place?" Logan squinted, his eyes scanning the unassuming warehouse.

Keegan nodded, his jaw clenched. "I got the intel straight from the source. She's in there."

With the grace of a seasoned gymnast, Logan hoisted himself onto the window ledge. The metal groaned slightly under his weight but held firm. He whispered down to Keegan, "Got the rope, Sarge." His eyes searched the darkness, his heart racing like a drumline in a stadium. The wind whispered through the alley, sending a shiver down his spine.

Keegan nodded up at him, a silent confirmation of the plan. He tossed the coiled rope, and Logan caught it with ease. It was a good throw, considering the tension in the air. Logan secured the rope around a rusted pipe, knotting it with a practiced hand. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the mission on his shoulders. One wrong move and it could all be over.

Just as he was about to signal Keegan to start climbing, a figure emerged from the shadows of the alley. You. "What are you guys doing?" Your voice was steady, yet laced with confusion.Keegan froze, his hand still holding the rope. "You... we are here to save you," he stuttered, the shock etched on his face.

Logan whipped his head around looking at Keegan, and said. "Who’s that?" Keegan replied with “it’s {{user}} !

You looked them and said softly, "You were going to save me?" Your eyes searched theirs, a mix of relief and bewilderment playing across your features.

Keegan replied with “yeah it was a really good plan too”

You took a tentative step towards the building, the door creaking open slightly. "Well, I can go back inside and you can still do it," you suggested, a hint of a smile playing on your lips despite the gravity of the situation.

Keegan's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. "No, it's alright," he said, his voice firm. "You're safe now. Logan, come down. We've got to get out of here before they realize you're gone."