Not long after the battle at the government building, news channels across the country began broadcasting exclusive footage from both inside and outside the compound. Videos recorded by reporters, security cameras, and people nearby spread across television and social media within minutes. Every station seemed to have its own version of what had happened, but most of them focused on one thing. The Scofields. "I mean, think about it." One television host said dramatically as he faced the camera. "The Scofields arrived in Aurora only a few days ago, and now the government building has been ambushed by some mysterious, insanely strong individuals who seem to be on the same power level as Michael Scofield." Behind him, footage played of Michael fighting the infused soldiers at the front gate. The hosts paused the video several times, zooming in on different moments as if they were sports commentators breaking down a championship match. "They were obviously no match for him." Another

At the conference room, the atmosphere had become much heavier than before. Everyone who had gathered around the large table could feel Michael's urgency, the calm strategist they all knew had been replaced by someone who was running out of patience. Isaac's eyes widened. "What? We're launching a full attack at Daniel Forester's factory tonight?!" His voice echoed through the room as several officers exchanged uneasy looks. Michael nodded without hesitation. "Every minute that Adrian spends in there, it gets worse for him. I can't wait for another damn second." His expression remained firm, "We're doing this now." Gordon stepped forward with irritation written all over his face. "Hold on. Didn't Mars Robotics begin mass production a few hours ago? Are we really going to attack without our only real shot at winning?" He folded his arms, "Those gauntlets were supposed to give us the advantage." Isaac looked directly at Michael. "I suggest you keep your cool, Michael. Even someone l

Outside the DC Factory, the night air felt heavy. Smoke drifted from the nearby industrial buildings, and the bright security lights painted long shadows across the ground. Michael sat calmly on the hood of one of the armored vehicles as if the chaos around him did not exist. Behind him, Max and Novarian soldiers took their positions behind armored trucks and concrete barriers, checking their weapons one last time before the battle began. Barry slowly scanned the massive factory with his enhanced vision, trying to estimate how many infused soldiers were waiting inside. New heat signatures appeared one after another, faster than he could properly count. He frowned and lowered his head. "It's gonna be a long night." He muttered as he tightened his grip on the gauntlet. It was still powered down, waiting for the right moment. Michael never looked away from the factory. His eyes remained fixed on the building that held Adrian somewhere inside. "Are you up for it?" He asked quietly.

Adrian's eyes slowly stretched open as the distant sounds reached his ears. At first they were faint, almost blending into the ringing in his head from the sedative. Then another loud explosion shook the room. His eyebrows pulled together, "Gunshots?" He wondered aloud. He immediately started twisting against the heavy chains wrapped around his chest and arms, trying to create enough slack to slip free. The steel dug painfully into his wrists, but he refused to stop struggling. He gritted his teeth and pulled harder until the chair creaked beneath him. "Damnit!" He exclaimed in frustration when the chains refused to budge. He leaned back and took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. "There has to be something..." His eyes searched every corner of the laboratory, moving past the strange machines, rows of glowing capsules, and trays of medical equipment. Then his gaze stopped. The three Scofield family totems still rested on the metal table exactly where Daniel had left the

Government Building. Medical Wing. Mira paced back and forth across the room despite the bandages wrapped around her abdomen. "I don't like that I'm not there." She muttered, "I don't like it one bit." Jace gently pushed her back onto the bed. "Calm down. You're still hurt, and the bullet weakened you. You won't do much good out there." She only scoffed and folded her arms. Jace let out a tired sigh before standing. "I'm going to go find your uncle. Maybe he'll talk some sense into you. Don't move." He walked out and quietly closed the door behind him. About a minute passed. Mira slowly stood up again, she adjusted the bandage around her waist and headed toward the door. "Sorry, Jace." She whispered, "But I'll be long gone by the time you get back." "If you wish to go help the others…" Doctor Mitch began as he stepped into the doorway, "Then may I suggest that you bring this along?” Mira collected the item and turned it over in her hand. It was a perfectly round piece of m