"The police are here!" Neo's voice echoed through the hallway as we collided with each other. Dominic's grip tightened around my arm as he forcefully pulled me along, his eyes scanning for an escape route.
"Contact our men and buy us time for escape," Dominic commanded, his voice filled with a sense of urgency and determination.
"What about the prisoners?" Neo inquired, seeking instructions amidst the chaos.
"Forget about them. Our priority is to get out of here," Dominic replied, his focus unwavering.
"I won't follow you! I want to go home! I miss my son!" I exclaimed, desperation flooding my voice as I struggled against Dominic's iron grip.
A flicker of impatience crossed Dominic's face, his patience dwindling amidst the chaos. "Then cut your wrist if you want!" he retorted, his words laced with a challenge.
