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The heavy steel door of the damp cell burst inward with a deafening crash, silencing the distant gunfire. Dust motes danced in the harsh beam of tactical flashlights cutting through the gloom. you sat huddled against the cold wall, bruised and trembling, eyes wide with shock. Two figures stepped into the light: one clad in a skull mask, the other with a distinctive mohawk. Behind them, two more men entered, weapons raised but aimed downrange. The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. The masked man scanned you's critical condition, his voice cold over the comms, while the mohawked soldier approached with cautious gentleness. The SAS had arrived.