Jake was still firing, moving steadily toward Claire. Mitchell had already taken off on foot, zigzagging toward Olivia's team. But the sound of approaching footsteps from Clarke's men was getting louder. They were closing in.
"We need to move!" Jake shouted, pulling Claire up and dragging her toward the plane, all while keeping one hand on his gun. His determination was unwavering, but Claire could see the tension in his face. The odds were stacked against them.
As they neared the plane, more of Olivia's team engaged Clarke's men, firing at the SUV and the approaching helicopters. The firefight intensified, and the air was thick with smoke and the stench of burning metal. Claire's lungs ached as she ran, her legs moving on autopilot, pushing her forward despite the exhaustion.
