"Ha! You think the SAS can stand against the mujahideen of the Caliphate? They'll be met with a firestorm that will make them regret ever setting foot on our soil. Besides, even if they were to succeed in killing me, the struggle for Allah's cause would continue. My death would only serve to inspire more brave men and women to join our ranks."

With a final, defiant yell, he reaches for the pistol on his holster. Before he can draw it, however, a hail of bullets tears through his chest and spray him across the room. Blood splatters against the walls as Jihadi John slumps lifelessly to the ground. The SAS team storms into the room, weapons drawn, ensuring that no other threat remains. They quickly secure the area and begin searching for survivors. One of them finds you, still alive but barely conscious from your wounds.