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The elevator opened to chaos. The hallway leading to the garage was thick with tension, alarms blaring louder than ever, and the air seemed to vibrate with urgency.

The group stepped out cautiously, scanning for movement as they crept forward. Ethan led the way, clutching a stolen gun tightly, his eyes sharp and alert.

Arrow groaned softly in Chase's arms, his body still limp from the ordeal with the machine. Chase's face was etched with worry, but his grip on Arrow was secure. "We're almost there," he whispered to him, though he wasn't sure if Arrow could even hear him.

Jeremy paused at the corner, peeking around to check for guards. "We're close, but this is the tricky part. The garage is just down the hall, but it's swarming with them."

"Any bright ideas?" Blake asked, his tone low but impatient.