Jordan stumbled out of the cell, his body screaming with every movement. His face was swollen, dried blood caking his eyebrow. But he was free. And he had a gun.
A swollen eye also.
Freedom didn't last long.
Two guards rounded the corner, their eyes widening at the sight of him.
"Hey!" one shouted, reaching for his weapon.
Jordan didn't give him time. His body might be broken, but his instincts were sharp as ever. He lunged forward, ignoring the pain tearing through his ribs.
"Surprise motherfucker!," he growled, smashing the butt of his gun into the first guard's face.
The man's nose crunched under the impact. Blood sprayed across the wall. The second guard managed to pull his gun halfway out of its holster before Jordan tackled him.
They crashed to the floor together, Jordan usin
