As narrated by Gerard Butler:

Outside the Project tower; the Dart containing Tali, DI Howard and the two guards was controlling the operation in was becoming increasingly agitated. BESC HQ had begun calling it's subservient systems back to the fold and Taliga's defenses were gradually crumbling. However that was the least of their worries as the situation outside had taken a turn for the worst. A huge variety of emergency vehicles had crashed onto the scene, a crescendo of black and orange that swarmed about the tower like bees. They mingled with the stampede of ramshackle vessels that were either trying to leave the tower or trying to fight the enforcers that had been sent in after Jack. Locals from neighboring towers had unleashed a relentless pattern of fire at BESC, even managing to hit vital areas and sending vehicles spiraling to the ground for an emergency landing. Then there was the explosion.

Without warning it ripped through the entire thirtieth floor, sending a huge shock wave before it which buffeted the Dart some ten floors up. Instantly, Tali saw the Tower shiver before shrinking one hundred metres, crushing the thirtieth floor under a billion tonnes of building material. This was the Project's in built failsafe taking effect, but the measures were outdated and didn't take hold effectively. A long and plaintive wail emitted from the Project as it began the slow process of shaking itself apart. Several walkways fell away from the Tower, sending dozens of people flailing towards the ground a long way down. Tali swore loudly. "Give me a sitrep, what just happened!" Howard's hands were a blur on the various interfaces as he tried to find eyes on the occurrence. "Explosives, thirtieth floor. The Project's overall integrity is down 50%. Initiating their onboard evacuation program." Tali opened another commlink to HQ. "I need four GravStab platforms here yesterday!" Barely had Tali shelved that connection before Overseer Ngoni pinged online. 

"What the hell is going on Tali, and why are you still on-scene? I told you..."

"Overseer, there's been an explosion. The tower looks like it's ready to come down."

"Shit. I'm pulling the plug, all units are to evacuate as per protocol."

"Negative Overseer, Jack is still inside and..."

"This is not your responsibility anymore! Don't you see, he wants this. He probably arranged to crash here just so he could put our reputation at risk. Now it looks like we fucking blew this tower up, not him!"

"We'll look even worse if we don't bring this bastard in!"

"He'll be making for a way out, monitor all traffic and notify me when he tries it on."

"Overseer, there are thousands of craft in the vicinity. His craft could already be here and we'd have no idea!"

"Well you'd better work something out hadn't you? This is your balls up, sort it out. I'm going to release a statement to the media to try and calm things down."

The line went dead, Tali pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her eyes vigorously. A cheerful sound announced that BESC HQ had assumed direct control and blocked their ship out of all proceedings except monitoring. They had access to over a thousand cameras with angles covering every square inch of the Tower. A frantic evacuation was in progress. The exodus of fleeing junks were like a windswept heap of leaves falling from a tree; ships were colliding in mid-air, smashing into BESC enforcer cars as they desperately tried to establish an air cordon. Hordes of News vehicles, kitted out with a detachment of camera drones had arrived on scene and were filming from a distance. Grinding her teeth, Tali reopened a commlink with that Mercenary craft from before. Big Brother was it? "Dart401 calling Big Brother. What is your status? I want Jack and i want him now."

*

If you were snooty, you could say that it was Jack's superior diet and subsequently his solid frame that helped him barge a path through the throngs of badly fed, scummy immigrants that you tended to find in the Projects. More likely a reason is the fact that Jack was wired up to snapping point and quite possibly couldn't accept anything other than escaping the evil that seemed to be inside his own head and having the implant removed. He heard shouting behind him but took no notice, he stole looks back but remembered nothing of what he saw. Suddenly a voice was in his ear, it was his father. "Jack, they're scanning ships to find out where the team are, you need to hurry up. Head for Gantry 5 on the next level down, it's crowded so make sure you get in the right vehicle. They'll shout out to you, for fuck sake don't do anything stupid. We need that Codex. Jack's mouth opened and a faint gagging sound emitted, he was trying to say 'Ok' but the words clung to his throat like wet paper, choking him. Thegn the Elder signed off, and Jack was on his own again.

He increased his pace, shoving old women and young children out of his path. He groped his body and holsters for his dual pistols. They were missing; either fallen from his hands or picked from his pockets by plucky beggars. There was a sudden gap in the herd, Jack used this opportunity to look up and his dull mind managed to read the large white stenciled 'Gantry 5' on the wall. At that moment, an unmasked BESC agent landed heavily on the deck just a few meters away, directly in front of him. Time slowed down even more, Jack was looking down the barrel of her gun. Just then, a large group of men and women armed with sticks and knives burst out of the Gantry entrance and charged towards them. He found himself getting beared down on by a skinny motherfucker. 

Using his own weight against him, Jack grabbed the man by the sleeve of his jacket and threw him past, causing him to flip over the gunwale and sail off the side of the walkway. The screams echoed in Jack's ears. The BESC agent was under attack, this was Jack's chance. He threw himself forward, giving it the last push his bruised mind could afford. He passed through the Gantry entrance and was beheld with a terrible sight. Hundreds of vessels of all sizes were jostling for space on the various platforms. Families and business were stuffing their belongings into the cabins and shoving their way out of the wide gap in the side of the Tower. Still running, Jack's brain worked overtime, studying every craft in turn before his eyes finally rested on his ride out of there. A black mini-van design, the sliding doors were open and two armed men were pushing hysterical hangers on away from the floating craft's skirt. Jack knew what he had to do, his legs powered off as he made a bee-line for his salvation.