All Chapters of The Broke Husband’s Billion-Dollar Name: Chapter 111
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The Debriefing
The Vienna safe house was more compound than residence. Marcus had secured it within hours of the extraction—three floors, medical facilities, sleeping quarters for twenty people, and security that made Fort Knox look casual.The fifteen rescued physicians occupied various states of recovery. Some slept for eighteen hours straight, bodies finally surrendering to exhaustion they'd been denying for years. Others couldn't sleep at all, kept waking from nightmares, unable to believe freedom was real.Dr. Sarah Park sat by a window, just staring at the street below. Watching people walk freely. She'd been captive for twenty-three years.Dr. Amira Hassan called her family in Egypt for the first time in seven years. Her sister answered. Amira couldn't speak through the tears.Young Chen refused to leave James's side. When James showered, Chen waited outside the bathroom door. When James slept, Chen slept on the floor beside his bed until James insisted they share the space."He thinks if he
Building the Army
The coalition grew faster than James had dared hope. Within three days of putting out the call, survivors began arriving at the Vienna safe house.Tanaka arrived from Tokyo with three physicians he'd found over the years. Dr. Yuki Sato had escaped a Malaysian facility eight years ago. Dr. Park Min-jun from Seoul—ten years free. Dr. Li Wei from Shanghai—escaped just two years ago and still looking over his shoulder.Silva flew in from São Paulo with two survivors she'd connected with through underground networks. Dr. Rafael Costa had been captive for fifteen years. Dr. Isabella Santos had escaped as a teenager and rebuilt her life through sheer determination.Osman brought four from across Africa. Each had survived facilities that officially didn't exist. Each had spent years hiding, afraid to speak up, believing they were alone.Now they stood together in a conference room that suddenly felt too small. Twenty-three physician survivors. Twenty-three people who understood captivity inti
The First Strike
Beijing's luxury Mountain Peak Resort hosted an exclusive gala for Asia's ultra-wealthy. Three hundred guests. No press. Absolute discretion guaranteed. Perfect cover for the facility operating three levels beneath.James adjusted his evening wear—expensive enough to blend with the elite. Elena beside him in a gown that cost more than most people earned in a year. Cole and his team scattered throughout the venue as security contractors, a common sight at high-end events."Medical support only," James reminded Elena. "You stay back once we're inside.""I'm a doctor going into a medical facility," Elena said calmly. "I'm exactly where I need to be."The infiltration began at 0300 Beijing time. While guests danced above, James used credentials Margaret had provided—his old Asset T-07 designation still active in older Consortium systems.The service elevator descended three levels. Opened into corridors James remembered from his time in Austria. Same white walls. Same fluorescent lighting
The Trap
Victoria's voice came through strained and urgent. "São Paulo team is under heavy fire. Three specialists wounded. Dr. Silva—" She paused. "Silva's been captured. Security pulled her into the facility before the team could extract."James's blood went cold. "Status of the team?""Pinned down in the medical wing. Can't advance or retreat. Consortium security has tactical advantage—they were waiting."The truck carrying Beijing's rescued physicians and Rothschild pulled over. Cole already had maps displayed on his tablet."They fortified one facility," Cole said grimly. "Anticipated we'd strike simultaneously. Turned São Paulo into a kill box."Rothschild's laughter filled the confined space. "Did you really think we wouldn't adapt? Every major operation has contingency plans. São Paulo was sacrificial—heavily defended to trap whoever came."James grabbed him. "How did you know which team to target?""Perhaps we didn't," Rothschild said calmly. "Perhaps we fortified all twelve and São P
The Mole
The São Paulo extraction had been brutal. James crouched in the helicopter as it lifted away from the facility, watching smoke rise from the building they’d just breached. Dr. Ana Silva sat wrapped in a thermal blanket, her face bruised and swollen from torture, but alive. Nine other physicians they’d pulled from the facility sat in shocked silence, processing their sudden freedom.Cole lay on a stretcher, blood soaking through bandages where a bullet had torn through his shoulder protecting Elena during the firefight. The medic working on him kept his expression neutral, but James saw the concern—the wound was serious, possibly life-threatening without immediate surgery.“He needs a hospital,” the medic said.“Zurich,” Marcus’s voice came through James’s earpiece. “Secure facility. Team’s ready.”Elena knelt beside Cole, her hands covered in his blood from applying pressure during the extraction. “Stay with me,” she told him. “You don’t get to die saving my life.”Cole managed a pain
The Scatter
The safehouse in Vienna burned behind them as James pushed the van through narrow streets, Elena beside him checking routes on a burner tablet, Chen buckled in the back row beside Dr. Wei from Beijing. Sixteen physicians crowded the vehicle—too many for safety, but they’d had ninety seconds to evacuate when Victoria’s warning came through.“All European safehouses compromised,” Victoria’s voice crackled through the encrypted channel. “Someone leaked locations. Get out. Now.”James took a sharp turn, tires screaming. In the rearview mirror, smoke billowed from the building they’d occupied for less than six hours. The Beijing physicians had barely finished medical evaluations when the alert came.“Harrison’s coordinates locked,” Elena said, not looking up from the tablet. “Private airfield, twenty minutes north. Plane’s waiting.”Chen’s small hand gripped the seat in front of him. The boy hadn’t spoken since they’d carried Cole onto the medevac helicopter, his mentor’s blood still on Ch
The Plague
The WHO preliminary report filled the command center screen—seven simultaneous outbreaks across four continents, each in cities with populations exceeding ten million. Chen scrolled through the data with trembling fingers while James stood behind him, reading over his shoulder.“Mumbai reported first,” Chen said, his voice tight. “Seventeen cases three days ago. Now it’s two hundred fourteen. Tokyo: nine cases yesterday, eighty-three this morning. New York, London, São Paulo, Lagos, Sydney—all the same pattern. Exponential growth. Twenty-one day incubation ending now.”Elena pulled up hospital reports from New York Presbyterian. Emergency rooms overwhelmed with patients presenting identical symptoms—acute respiratory distress, rapid organ deterioration, immune systems collapsing within hours of symptom onset. Mortality rate climbing past forty percent.“They’re calling it ARDS-X,” Harrison said from his position at the communications console. “Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome, unkn
The Siege
The first mercenary came through the compound’s north entrance exactly four minutes after the boats reached shore. James watched from the medical bay window as the figure moved with tactical precision, weapon raised, scanning for targets. Behind him, Dr. Wei and three other Beijing physicians crouched behind examination tables, improvised weapons—scalpels, heavy equipment, chemical compounds—clutched in trembling hands.“Medical knowledge is a weapon,” James said quietly, filling syringes from the island’s pharmacy supplies. “Pressure points cause temporary paralysis. Carotid compression induces unconsciousness in eight seconds. The human body has vulnerabilities most people don’t understand.”Elena appeared in the doorway, handgun ready, her movements efficient from months of training with Cole. “Six more coming from the beach. Chen’s coordinating from the command center. He’s routing us through radio.”Chen’s voice crackled through the handheld radio clipped to James’s belt. “Dr. Th
The Trade
Marcus’s secure facility occupied three subterranean levels beneath a Geneva financial building, designed for holding assets too valuable or dangerous for conventional detention. Rothschild sat in the central holding cell, monitored by twelve cameras and guards rotating every four hours. He’d been silent for three days, refusing interrogation, waiting.James stood in the observation room with Marcus, Elena, and Cole, studying the man who’d orchestrated three centuries of systematic trafficking. Rothschild looked calm, almost serene, as if incarceration was merely temporary inconvenience.“The tracking chip means they know exactly where he is,” James said, holding the device Cole’s team had extracted from Petrov’s body. “They’ll come for him.”“Let them try,” Marcus said. “This facility has held cartel leaders, corrupt politicians, intelligence assets. It’s designed to be impenetrable.”“Nothing’s impenetrable.” James turned from the screen. “But we can use it. Set a trap.”Elena leane
The Final Facility
Wei’s interrogation room was cold, sterile, designed for breaking resistance through discomfort and isolation. She sat with her wounded shoulder bandaged, wrists restrained to the metal table, and smiled at James with something approaching pity.“You think you’ve won,” Wei said. “Ten facilities destroyed. One hundred forty physicians freed. So thorough. So complete.”James leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re going to tell us those facilities didn’t matter.”“Oh, they mattered. Regional operations, training centers, revenue generators. But not headquarters. Never headquarters.” Wei’s smile widened. “Three hundred years, Dr. Thorne. Did you really believe the Consortium would centralize power in twelve scattered facilities that could be found and destroyed?”Elena stood beside Marcus near the observation window. “Where is headquarters?”“Geneva,” Wei said simply. “It’s been here all along. Beneath the WHO building. Five levels underground, built in 1948 when the organization