2025-11-06 04:34:07Like a tomb, the warehouse doors yawned open. Alexander coasted on momentum until gravel crunched beneath the tires after killing the Suburban's engine two blocks out. With his mask tight and his scar aching, he ventured out into the darkness. With Mira's weight pressing heavily against her chest in the sling, Tatiana trailed behind, Glock lifted. Lucy's zip-ties were rattling with each stumble, and Cole and Victoria were at her sides. Despite the pain, Grayson brought up the rear with his AR-15 solid and his side bandaged tightly.
Alexander had a buzzing burner. Bring the patents, Harrison. She may also bleed.
He smashed the phone and threw away the pieces. "No bargain."
When Tatiana noticed the ink leaking through his shirt, her gaze shifted. "You're on fire."
"Later." He gestured ahead.
Boots silent on crumbling concrete, they crept through a side door. Broken skylights striped the floor with moonlight. The smell of rat droppings and grease filled the air.
On his wrist tablet, Grayson's drone stream was glowing. Harrison's central level. Jacob's left cage. Mira is correct, sedated, vital signs declining.
Tatiana gasped for air. "How much time?"
"Just twenty minutes prior to organ failure."
Cole looked up the charge of breaching. “On three, flashbangs.”
Lucy had her ankle ties cut by Victoria. "You die when you scream."
Lucy nodded, her tears slicing through the dirt.
With a Glock in one hand and a dagger in the other, Alexander led the point. They moved from shadow to shadow like fog. A guard with a bright cigarette came around the corner. Alexander flashed his blade. The man's throat opened and he fell silently.
Face stony, Tatiana stepped over the body. "Unambiguous."
They arrived at the main floor. Harrison was standing on a metal table with Mira limp under a hanging worklight. She had IV lines running into her arm. Five-year-old Jacob, blond and scared, hunched in a dog box with his fingers sticking through bars.
Mira's throat was pressed up against Harrison's knife. Patents. Right now.
Alexander moved to the center of attention. "Release her."
Harrison's chuckle was heard. "You first." A drop of blood formed as he squeezed the blade.
Tatiana's Glock jerked to life. "Give her another touch; I'll take your hand."
With her pistol out, Victoria turned to the left. "Simple, cousin. The family get-together is over.
Cole threw a flashbang at them. It clinked and rolled. Harrison's gaze expanded.
The sound was deafening. The light was white and strobed. Alexander made a lunge. Harrison cut wildly. Hot fire erupted from the knife as it struck Alexander's forearm. Ignoring it, he threw Harrison to the floor. Bone on bone, the fists swung.
Tatiana tore IVs free and leaped the table. Mira's eyelids fluttered as she gasped. "Mom?"
"I got you, sweetie." She took the girl in her arms and held her tight.
Cole opened the carton with a kick. Sobbing, Jacob staggered out. Lucy collapsed to her knees as she raced to him. "Baby, I'm here. I'm present.
With his bandage leaking blood, Grayson covered the exits. "We're burned. Four police officers."
Harrison's wrists were zip-tied by Victoria. I'll cut your face for I*******m if you don't confess on camera.
Harrison spewed blood. Benjamin has left already. private aircraft. Cayman at sunrise.
He was pulled up by the collar by Alexander. "Then the message is you."
He threw a recorder down and pulled Harrison to the table. "Speak."
Harrison's tone faltered. "Stolen patents. The heir of Mira. Alex was framed by Benjamin. Everything.
Tatiana pocketed the drive and hit stop. "Insurance."
Mira shifted around in her embrace. "Daddy Ghost?"
Alexander bent down and gave her a forehead kiss. "Right here, little one."
His vision became hazy. Spots of black danced. He wavered.
He was apprehended by Tatiana. "Alex?"
Blackridge's gift of radiation poisoning struck like a freight train. Black phlegm spattered the concrete as he coughed. He felt pain in his stomach.
Over communications, Grayson's voice cracked. Medevac is on its way. Wait a moment.
Tatiana threaded Alexander's hair while holding his head on her lap. "Remain with me."
He took hold of her wrist. "Island." Assure me.
Sirens cried out nearer. Cole burned the patents, causing the paper to turn black. Victoria tucked the knife away after wiping it.
Lucy rocked Jacob in her arms. "Are we free?"
Tatiana never took her eyes off Alexander. "Not just yet."
His body seized. His lips flecked with foam. His name was screamed by Tatiana.
Dropping down to them, Grayson tore open the medical kit. "Now, atropine."
Cole poked Alexander's thigh with the needle. His pulse was faint, but the seizure slowed.
Grayson's code blue yelled from the hospital pager.
In the distance, monitors screeched. The ER coded Grayson.
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