The Head Instructor's gaze was ice-cold, her stance unshaken. She had trained them, tested them, broken them. And now, she stood between them and freedom.
Alexa clenched her stolen weapon, heart pounding. Amira shifted beside her, knife steady, ready. The medic—still trembling—gripped the gun tighter.
The guards behind the Instructor shifted, waiting for a command.
"Impressive," the Instructor said, voice smooth. "You made it farther than I expected." Her eyes flicked to the medic. "Even you. I thought you were weak."
The medic swallowed hard but said nothing.
Alexa stepped forward. "Move."
The Instructor chuckled. "Or what? You'll fight me?" She raised an eyebrow. "I trained you, Alexa. I trained all of you. Do you really think you can win?"
Amira smirked. "Let's find out."
Then—chaos.
Amira struck first, lunging with a speed too fast to track. But the Instructor was faster.
She sidestepped, twisting Amira's wrist, forcing the knife from her grasp. The blade clattered to the floor.
Alexa moved—swinging her stolen gun like a club. The Instructor blocked, grabbed her arm, and wrenched her sideways. Pain shot through Alexa's shoulder as she hit the floor.
The medic, shaking, raised their gun.
A single shot rang out—
—but the Instructor had already dodged. In one swift motion, she grabbed the medic's wrist and twisted. The gun fell. The medic gasped in pain.
"Predictable." The Instructor sighed. "Disappointing."
Guards stepped forward, ready to end it.
But Alexa wasn't done.
She kicked out—hard—knocking the Instructor's leg from under her.
The woman staggered.
That was all Amira needed.
She retrieved her knife, slashing fast. The Instructor barely dodged, the blade grazing her shoulder.
Blood.
For the first time, the Instructor's expression faltered.
Alexa lunged, using all her weight to tackle the Instructor to the ground.
Amira followed—driving her knife down.
The Instructor rolled at the last second, escaping the fatal blow, but Alexa had already grabbed the medic's fallen gun.
She aimed.
The Instructor froze.
For the first time, Alexa saw something in her eyes. Not fear. But understanding.
"You won't pull the trigger," the Instructor said, breathless.
Alexa's hand shook.
She wasn't a killer.
But then—
The Instructor's hand moved—toward a hidden blade.
Bang.
Alexa fired.
The Instructor gasped, eyes wide.
Then—she fell.
Silence.
The guards hesitated—just for a second.
Amira didn't.
She grabbed Alexa's hand. "Run!"
They ran.
Past the fallen Instructor.
Past the stunned guards.
Through the final door—
And into the night.
Freedom.
But behind them, the alarms still blared.
And Alexa knew—this wasn't over.
Not yet