Jack looked between them, his fists clenching at his sides. "I don't have a choice. If I don't fight, they'll keep coming until there's nothing left of us. I have to take the fight to them."
Victor sighed, shaking his head. "Then we make sure you're prepared. No mistakes. No holding back. If you're going to walk into the lion's den, you'd better be ready to take the lion down."
Jack's gaze hardened, his resolve crystal clear. "I will be."
That night, Jack sat alone in the dimly lit gym. The black card lay on the bench beside him, its silver letters glinting in the faint light. He turned it over in his hands, the weight of the decision pressing down on him.
His mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. The Syndicate wasn't just an underground organization—they were a machine, a network of enhanced fighters and shadowy figures pulling the strings.
"Why me?" Jack muttered to himself.
