5 years ago, on the day April 25 2194.

The night sky over the Trinity prison was a patchwork of storm clouds, an ominous backdrop for the mission. A cold wind swept through the air as Lt Donald and Sergeant Thomas clung to the side of the prison wall, their grappling hooks secured tightly to the roof. The black, fortified walls of the facility stretched endlessly below them, and the faint glow of distant searchlights occasionally flickered against the building.

Lt. Donald (22 years old) and Sergeant Thomas (29 years old) were no strangers to high-risk operations. Their mission was clear: rescue Captain Floc Frazer, a promising young officer of twenty-four years old. ho had been captured by Trinity forces. The mission had an added complication for Thomas—a deeply personal one.

As they cut a hole through the roof to sneak inside, the cold metallic sound of the saw grinding against the structure seemed deafening in the tense silence of the night. Once inside, they crept through the dark, claustrophobic corridors, moving silently like shadows. Their goal was to reach the central office where the data logs of the prison's inmates were stored. Donald, leading the way, kept an eye on the security cameras, while Thomas remained uncharacteristically silent. He was anxious—he had a personal stake in this mission that went beyond rescuing their captain.

Lt Donald: Thomas, you may want to see this.

Donald said, his voice hushed by tense as he pointed at the terminal screen.

Thomas stepped forward, peering over Donald's shoulder. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the name that appeared on the screen.

Sergeant Thomas: what Is it? let me see, no way it can't be.

His eyes widened

Sergeant Thomas: My wife she still alive, she's in this prison, my dearest Chloe is alive. Can you check about my children as well???

The color drained from Donald's face as he navigated the files. He searched for the records of Thomas' sons. What he found wasn't good news. The words blinked on the screen like a death sentence: Deceased.

Sergeant Thomas: No! It can't be, My two sons... they're dead!

His voice cracked, breaking through the tough exterior he always maintained. His fists clenched in rage, knuckles white. His breathing became ragged, the sound of heartbreak mixing with the anger swelling inside him.

Lt Donald: Calm down Thomas, I know you are feeling the guilt but we got to continue our mission and then find your wife.

Thomas's jaw tightened. He was shaking but managed to nod, pushing his emotions aside as best he could. His mind now fixated on rescuing Chloe.

Sergeant Thomas: yeah... let's go.

They made their way through the facility's ventilation system, carefully avoiding any weak spots in the rusted metal. After what felt like hours of navigating, they arrived at Sector 7, where Captain Floc was being held. Thomas pried open the vent cover, and both marines dropped down silently into the dark corridor. The sight before them was unexpected.

Inside the small, grimy cell sat Captain Floc Frazer, his uniform torn and his face bruised, but he was laughing—laughing at some comedy show playing on the outdated television set within his cell.

Lt Donald: Captain floc, were here!

Floc looked up, startled but quickly grinned.

Capt floc: you two! It's dangerous here what did you do to the two guards?

lt Donald: Well, Thomas put them to sleep.

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Capt floc: alright let me out then.

Donald pulled out a special tool—a device designed to disable the energy shield around the cell. Within moments, the shield shimmered and dissolved, allowing them to release Floc. With the captain now free, it was time to move on to the next priority: Chloe.

They climbed back into the vents, heading for Sector 9, where the logs indicated Chloe was being held. Every movement felt precarious—one wrong step in these vents and they would crash through, alerting every guard in the facility. They finally reached the sector, and Thomas was the first to climb down into the corridor. He moved stealthily along the upper beams, scanning the rows of cells.

Sergeant Thomas: There.

He whispered to Donald pointing toward the far end. Chloe's name was etched into the prison database for that cell.

Donald tossed an EMP grenade, disabling the cameras and setting them temporarily blind. The signal was given, and Thomas descended to the floor, heart pounding. The cell was sealed shut, but there were no guards in sight—it was their lunch break, a stroke of luck they didn't dare question. He went inside and was happy to see his wife healthy as ever­­—or so it seemed. She ran towards him but something felt wrong, then Donald stepped in

sergeant Thomas: (extremely happy) Darling I missed you so much!

Lt Donald: Thomas...

He looked at Donald and then he looked back at his wife and was horrified, his wife was beyond recognition—disfigured, lifeless. Her eyes were hollow, as if the spark of life had long since been extinguished, yet she moved as if on instinct, no longer herself.

Sergeant Thomas: Ugh, what they do to you!

His voice cracked in anguish. He shook her in desperation trying to reach her, trying to find any sign of the woman he loved.

Sergeant Thomas: CHLOE! ITS ME THOMAS!! ITS THOMAS, GODDAMN IT!

He looked at Donald in desperation.

sergeant Thomas: Donald! I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do lad???

Donald spoke to Thomas in a calm manner and placed his hand on his shoulder and spoke

Lt Donald: Thomas, it's okay, it's okay...

Donald understood what had to be done, but he left the decision to Thomas. He stepped out of the cell, leaving them alone.

Thomas, now trembling, held Chloe close to him, tears streaming down his face as he cradled her broken body. The weight of the moment crushed him.

Sergeant Thomas: I TRIED TO FIND YOU! REALLY, I DID!!

He looked at her one more time. In agony she was, he then knew what he had to do. He held her head and spoke to her one last time.

Sergeant Thomas: (heartbroken) I love you so much.

He grabbed his hand gun and placed it on her head and he closed his eyes and looked away as he grunted and huffed his sadness away.

Donald was talking to the captain and he heard a loud bang, he knew what Thomas had done to free her soul. The sound of the gunshot echoed in the small room, followed by a deafening silence.

Thomas came out of the cell with a puzzled face and Donald and captain floc looked at him with concern.

Lt Donald: I'm sorry about Chloe Thomas, but you did what needed to be done.

He paused for a bit, then he spoke again.

Lt Donald: I found a way to get out of this place but if you want to get out guns blazing. I don't blame you.

Sergeant Thomas: (angered) I want to kill them all. LET'S GO!

So, the three marines decided to get out of there with bullets flying across their faces almost close to death but they didn't fear nothing. After some minutes, they came out of the prison all bloodied up and out of ammo as they set the prison on fire and then a lakay dropship arrived at the location to pick them up.

Present day

Thomas still remembers his family, the last time he saw them was a month before the events of the prison break. When he left Detroit, it was attacked by a trinity platoon that were looking for something. The area that was hit was close to his house, while he saw the pictures of his area, he found his home destroyed and standing there was the leader who was leading the mission. He wore a trench coat and goggles on his head and had a killer smile. The last thing Thomas saw was his name on his trench coat named lockdown.

Ever since then Thomas had always told himself when the day arrives, when he finds him. He will give him a "British style ass whooping". The rest of Thomas years was spent finding parts to build something that would help him achieve his goal. Now he had the last piece, he got to work on fixing the battery which he found for the suit.

He grabbed all the tools he had and went into a secret elevator that he had within his room; it took him deeper underground. Where he grabbed the final parts of the suit and started to add it to his creation. It was a high-power suit made out of titanium and was equipped partially with nano tech. He had placed all the remaining parts and one last part was left; It was the Ki that Richard had gave him prior. He had been gambling his luck with this suit.

He inserted the core into the suit's power chamber, and the room suddenly felt weightless. The suit hummed to life, a surge of energy pulsing through the walls. A powerful EMP blast shot out from the core, momentarily disrupting power across the entire Zeta Base.

Thomas grinned, his heart racing. He stared at the now-active suit, feeling a mix of excitement and vengeance brewing inside him.

Sergeant Thomas: ah yeah, here we go!

His revenge on the man named lock down was ready to be accomplished, whenever that shall come to be. Who knows?!