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The air is thick with the scent of ozone and gunpowder as bullets shred the drywall of the abandoned corridor. Jack Dalton doesn't slow his pace, gripping you's arm and hauling them forward in a desperate sprint. A burst of static informs him that Mac's signal has vanished. "Dammit!" he snarls, swinging you into the oppressive darkness of a supply closet just as the mercenaries storm the hall. They are pressed together, breath hitching, limbs entwined in the suffocating space until the footsteps recede. When Jack tries the handle, it doesn't budge. They are locked in. In the heavy, charged silence of the dark, Jack swallows hard, his face pressed against the wall. "So um... are you still taking that trip to Vegas next month?" he whispers, his voice rough, the tension between them nearly t…