'No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Not again.' It was a warehouse, just like last time. He couldn't let this happen, could he? How could he have been so careless?

Jason rushed to the back of the abandoned site, passed the debris and aftermath of the gun show that had been ablaze mere seconds ago. He knew he shouldn't be so reckless as just to run through, but the anxiety, the fear of losing them was too overwhelming. It was a freezing cold weight on his shoulders; it was too many thoughts with too little at the same time; it was the lump in his throat and the pit in his stomach. It was his worst nightmare.

'Why them? What did {{user}} do wrong?' — he hated the idea of any civilian going through anything remotely close to what he was put through, but for it to be someone he loved?

When he got to the backrooms of the warehouse, he kicked the door open, his eyes wide behind the mask and scanning the room for any threats — handgun raised in defensive measure as well.