As Jack and Lambert were sitting in the compfortable first class seats, they began to talk:
"Jack, how are you feeling?" Lambert said.
"I dont know, did any of you send somebody to the factory and help me escape?" Jack said.
"Yes, we did." Lambert said.
"What was the man's name?"
"His name was Ty, Jason Ty."
"Oh..."
Jack sat his head back and closed his eyes.
When the plane landed at the airport, Jack and Lambert exited to the parking garage.
They rode silent the rest of the way back to HQ. It was dark out, Jack looked outside his window.
"You know, you never really accomplished your mission, Jack." Lambert coldly said.
"Sorry?"
"Jack, all you really did was get yourself captured, almost killed, and you killed a man of no power." Lambert said.
"I'd like you see you go out ther an-"
"Enough! You are back now and that is all there is to say, the conflict is still raging in Bangladesh!" Lambert yelled.
Jack slammed the breaks on, but the car lost control, it slid sideways and overturned and flipped like a ragdoll. Metal flying everywhere. After what seemed like forever the car finally rolled on its right side. Smoke pouring out of the top. Jack coughed violently. He bashed his way through the top and crawled out. He coughed even more and stumbled on the ground. Fire began to fill the inside of the car.
"LAMBERT! Can you hear me!?" Jack cried.
"SWEET JE-"
BOOM!!!!
The car exploded into a raging fireball. Jack covered his head as metal rained down on him. People began to exit their cars and dial their cell phones. Jack was sobbing on the dirt.
"What have I done?" He sobbed.
A black SUV screeched up to where Jack was. The door flew open and men dressed in black grabbed him and pulled him in. Jack screamed "Help!" as loud as he could.
The black car sped off into the distant cold night.