Jack was the one who had spent sleepless nights trying to give himself a crash course in operating a Dolvanian freighter. It made sense that he would lead the push toward the ship once he was done cutting through the rest of the base.

He was making his way slowly but surely down toward the docks, edging along a narrow metal stairway. He would dash a few steps, stop as enemy fire ricocheted around him, aim and fire his rifle, then get moving again as another hostile soldier fell limp below him.

Jack had sniped three enemies so far, but there were a lot more where they came from, clustered around the ship. And it was still a long way down.