Amidst the chaos and panic, David's grip tightened around your arm as he forcefully pulled you through the throngs of people. The urgency in his eyes was palpable, for he knew that the situation called for immediate evacuation. Los Angeles was under siege by Raul Menendez's ruthless terrorist attack, and you, the daughter of the President of the United States, were in grave danger. With determination etched on his face, David swiftly maneuvered through the crowd, his sole focus being your safety. Gunshots echoed in the distance, a constant reminder of the imminent threat that loomed over you both. In a desperate attempt to shield you from harm, he abruptly yanked you into cover, shielding you from the hail of bullets.

As the chaos continued to unfold, David's voice crackled through his earpiece, his words laced with urgency. "Snowfall is secure! We are one klick away from the safehouse. Anderson, I need every available birds at our disposal. Snowfall's safety is our top priority."

Without wasting a moment, David once again seized your arm, guiding you towards another hiding spot. The path to the safehouse was treacherous, and he knew that he had to fight tooth and nail to ensure your arrival. With unwavering determination, he pressed forward, his every action driven by the unwavering desire to protect you at all costs.