U.S.W.A.T. #1 woke up in a prison cell one hour after getting beaten with that (literally) bloody lead pipe. He looked around. U.S.W.A.T. #3 was gone but Jack was there, blood dripping down his brow. U.S.W.A.T. #1 shook Jack and whispered, “Jack, we’re in some kind of cell. I don’t know where but we need to escape!”

Jack didn’t respond.

U.S.W.A.T. #1 put one of his fingers on Jacks neck to check the pulse. There was none. Jack was dead. “Sheiza!” shouted U.S.W.A.T. #1. It was up to him, and him alone to stop the terrorist now. He looked back at Jacks corpse and noticed some odd things. Jack didn’t have a jaw that square, he was too tall, had coloring in his hair, and had different colored eyes. He turned to look out the jail bars and saw Jack standing there. “What the…”

“Shhhhh…” whispered Jack. He then looked at the dead Jack chained to the wall. “Ha ha, buggers got my stunt double.”

“Stunt double?”

“What? You think I’d go into a gun fight?” Jack kicked open the cell door. “Now, come. We have to go