Jack looked at Carol and smirked. "You're a take charge kind of person, aren't you?"
Before anything else could be said, all the agents' attention was drawn by what sounded very much like automatic rifle fire coming from somewhere inside the compound. They entered The Raft and were met, at first, with nothing more than wisps of gun-smoke, and flickering fluorescent lights, so desperately trying to hold on to their last breath before they burn out and plunge the prison into darkness. Or until the emergency power kicks on.
Jack was on edge, because outside, in the rest of the world, it was daytime. Nightfall wasn't for a few more hours, which meant that Jack couldn't change. He did, of course, still have access to his healing factor, and slightly heightened senses, but that would only help so much.
Oh well, at least he had his gun.
To trample over a cliche, it was quiet...too quiet, but that quiet was followed by the nearing sounds of razor-sharp blades being scraped across the walls. Then, the area fell silent once again.
A bearded prisoner with a jumpsuit labeled Leighton sprung from the shadows. He would have slashed out Agent David Addison's throat, had Jack not jerked him out of the way, all the while mumbling to himself.
"What's your super power anyway, Addison? Apathy?"