Against The System

Chapter 7

Jenna woke up with a jolt, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat up and looked around, trying to get her bearings.

She was in a small room with plain white walls and no windows. There was a door on one wall, but it was locked. There was no furniture or other objects in the room.

Jenna got to her feet and walked over to the door. She pounded on it, yelling for someone to let her out. But there was no response.

She was trapped, and she had no idea where she was or what had happened to her teammates.

Jenna's thoughts were interrupted by a faint buzzing sound. She looked around, trying to locate the source of the noise.

Then she saw it. A small drone had flown in through a tiny vent in the ceiling. It hovered in front of her, its camera lens pointed directly at her face.

A voice came from a speaker on the drone. "Hello, Jenna. I hope you're feeling comfortable. You're probably wondering why you're here."

Jenna was furious. "Who are you? What have you done with my team?"

The voice chuckled. "All in good time, my dear. But first, I have a proposition for you."

Jenna's anger turned to curiosity. "What kind of proposition?"

"I need your help with a little project," the voice said. "In return, I'll release your team and let you all go free."

Jenna considered her options. She knew that she couldn't trust this mysterious stranger, but she also knew that she needed to find a way out of this room.

"What kind of project?" she asked.

The drone buzzed closer to her face. "A mission. One that requires your unique skills and expertise. Are you interested?"

Jenna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. What do you want me to do?"

The voice chuckled again. "Excellent. I'll be in touch with more details soon. In the meantime, enjoy your accommodations."

The drone flew back out through the vent, and Jenna was once again alone in the room. She had no idea what she had just gotten herself into, but she knew that she had to find a way out of this situation, and fast.

Jenna spent the next few hours trying to come up with a plan to escape. She searched the room for any hidden tools or weaknesses in the walls or door, but everything seemed impenetrable.

Finally, she sat down on the cold, hard floor and tried to calm her racing thoughts. She needed to think logically and rationally if she was going to get out of this situation alive.

As she sat there, she noticed a small camera in the corner of the ceiling. It was the only one she could see, but she had a feeling there were probably more hidden throughout the room.

Jenna decided to try and use the camera to her advantage. She got up and moved around the room, making sure she was always given the camera. She hoped that whoever was watching her would be distracted enough by her movements to not notice her plan.

She waited until she was directly under the camera, then quickly jumped up and grabbed it. To her surprise, it came loose from the ceiling easily.

Jenna grinned triumphantly, then quickly got to work. She used the wires from the camera to try and pick the lock on the door. After a few minutes of fiddling, she finally heard a click.

Jenna pushed the door open and peered out into the hallway. It was empty, but she could hear the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere down the hall.

She took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, ready to face whatever lay ahead. But as she started to walk, she realized that her legs felt weak and unsteady. She stumbled forward, barely managing to catch herself before she fell.

Jenna looked down at her legs and saw that they were covered in bruises and scrapes. She had no memory of how she had gotten them.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway. It was a tall, imposing man with a gun in his hand.

Jenna knew that she was in deep trouble. She tried to turn and run, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She was trapped, with nowhere to go but straight into the arms of her captor.

The man approached slowly, his face unreadable. Jenna backed away, but her legs were shaking and she knew she wouldn't be able to run.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man didn't answer. He just kept advancing, his gun trained on her.

Jenna's mind raced. She had to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation.

"Wait," she said, holding up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "I have information that you might be interested in."

The man stopped, his eyes narrowing. "What kind of information?"

Jenna took a deep breath, hoping that her bluff would work. "I know the location of a valuable artefact. If you let me go, I can take you to it."

The man didn't say anything, but he lowered his gun slightly. Jenna took that as a sign that he was at least considering her offer.

"I'll need proof," he said finally. "Show me that you know what you're talking about."

Jenna thought quickly. "I don't have anything on me, but I can draw you a map."

The man hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. But if you're lying to me, you'll regret it."

Jenna nodded, then quickly drew a rough map on a piece of paper she found in her pocket. She handed it to the man, who studied it for a few moments before nodding again.

"Alright," he said. "We'll go check it out. But if this is some kind of trick, I'll make sure you pay for it."

Jenna felt a glimmer of hope as the man led her down the hallway. Maybe she had finally found a way out of this nightmare.

But as they reached the end of the hallway, Jenna's hope turned to despair. The man led her into a room that was filled with more guards and weapons than she had ever seen before.

She knew then that she was way over her head.

Jenna's heart sank as she realized that she was surrounded. There was no way she was going to be able to fight her way out of this.

The man with the gun stepped forward. "Looks like your little trick didn't work after all," he said with a sneer.

Jenna swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had to find a way out of this, or she was as good as dead.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from outside the room, followed by the sound of shouting and gunfire.

The guards all turned to look, momentarily distracted. Jenna took advantage of the distraction to make a break for it.

She ran as fast as she could down the hallway, not daring to look back. She could hear the sounds of pursuit behind her, but she pushed herself harder, desperate to escape.

Finally, she burst through a door at the end of the hallway and found herself outside. She was on a rooftop, with the city skyline stretching out before her.

But there was no time to enjoy the view. She could hear the guards coming up behind her, their footsteps getting closer and closer.

Jenna looked around frantically, trying to find some way out. And then she saw it: a zipline, stretching from the rooftop to a nearby building.

Without hesitation, she grabbed onto the zipline and started to slide down, hoping against hope that it would hold.

As she flew through the air, she heard the guards shouting in anger behind her. But she didn't look back. She just kept sliding, praying that she would make it to safety.

And then, just as she reached the other building, the zipline snapped. Jenna screamed as she fell, her body plummeting towards the ground far below.

She knew that this was it. She was going to die.

But then, at the last possible moment, something caught her. She felt herself being lifted and pulled towards safety.

As she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face smiling down at her.

"Welcome to the resistance," the man said. "We've been waiting for you."