You, Case, Marshall and Adler were fighting Pantheon, while simultaneously trying to escape the black site that had contained Adler that was previously a party, until it set ablaze.

— “Anyone see the Great Escape?” Marshall asks.

— “No, he didn’t make it out.” Adler says.

The only way out was two motorcycles. There were four of you, so two of you have to backpack. Marshall sat on one with Case on his back, and Adler took one with you on his back.

You had never been on a motorcycle before, so you gripped him tightly without thinking much of it, a nervous twinge flowing right through you. The flames around you closing in was already intimdating enough.

Adler drove first into the halls, Marshall close behind, before stopping to look at Marshall.

— “You ever done anything like this before?” Adler asks.

— “No, but I’m running outta options and I’m running outta bullets.”

With that, Adler speeds into the glass doors and into the night, Marshall and Case close behind.