Captured

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The air was thick with tension as we crouched in the shadows just outside one of Drakkon's outposts. It was a cold night, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you wish you were anywhere but here. But we didn't have a choice—this raid was necessary. We needed to hit Drakkon where it hurt, gather intel, and hopefully dismantle one of his strongholds. Jason knelt beside me, his eyes scanning the area with practiced precision. I could see the muscles in his jaw working as he assessed the situation, his hand resting on the hilt of his Power Sword. On my other side, Billy adjusted his glasses, the Blue Ranger's sharp mind already calculating the odds. Jen, Ziggy, and Trini were close behind, their expressions steely as they prepared for the task ahead.

"Alright," Jason whispered, his voice low but commanding. "The main entrance is heavily guarded, but there's a service tunnel on the east side that should get us inside. We take out the guards quietly, get in, and get out with whatever intel we can find. No unnecessary risks."

"Got it," I replied, gripping my own weapon tightly. My mind was already racing, thinking about how we could pull this off without alerting Drakkon's forces.

"Ziggy, you take the lead," Jason instructed, nodding toward the Green Ranger. "You're the best at distractions. Jen, Trini, you're with him. Kali and Billy, you're with me."

Ziggy flashed a grin, his usual cocky confidence shining through despite the situation. "Piece of cake," he said, already moving into position. Jen and Trini followed him, their eyes hard and focused. They were both seasoned fighters, and I knew they could handle themselves. Still, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in my gut—a sensation that something was going to go wrong.

As we moved toward the tunnel, Jason and I fell into step beside each other. His presence was comforting, a reminder that we were in this together, no matter what happened. Billy, always the strategist, was close behind, his eyes darting around as he scanned for potential threats. "Remember, we're here for intel," Jason reminded us, his voice a mere breath against the wind. "Don't engage unless absolutely necessary."

We reached the service tunnel without incident, and I watched as Billy expertly disabled the security system. The door slid open with a faint hiss, revealing a dark, narrow passageway. The air inside was damp and cold, and it smelled of oil and rust—typical of Drakkon's outposts. "Let's move," Jason whispered, his voice tense. We entered the tunnel in single file, moving as quietly as possible. My heart was pounding in my chest, and every step felt like it echoed through the narrow corridor. We were deep in enemy territory, and the slightest mistake could be our last.

After what felt like an eternity, we reached a junction where the tunnel split in two directions. Jason signaled for us to stop, his hand held up as he listened for any signs of movement. I could see the concentration on his face, the way his eyes flicked back and forth as he weighed our options. "There should be a data room on the left," Billy whispered, consulting a small device that he had been using to map the area. "If we can access their systems, we should be able to get what we need."

Jason nodded. "Alright, Kali, Billy, and I will head for the data room. Ziggy, Jen, Trini, you cover our escape route."

We split up, and I found myself moving down the left corridor with Jason and Billy. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the soft hum of the base's machinery. My fingers tightened around my weapon as we approached the data room, the door standing ominously at the end of the hallway. "Wait," Billy whispered suddenly, his hand shooting out to stop us. "There's a trap."

He pointed to a barely visible wire stretched across the doorway, connected to a small device that pulsed with a faint red light. My breath caught in my throat—one wrong step, and the whole base would be alerted to our presence. "Good catch," Jason murmured, his eyes narrowing as he examined the trap. "Can you disable it?"

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