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Chapter 146
"This is reality," Arthur said softly. "Lawrence is currently hiding in a ditch somewhere in the Swiss countryside, clutching a box of old papers that no living court will ever allow him to show. Interpol has issued a red notice for his execution on sight if he resists arrest. Your company’s stock has been permanently suspended on the New York and London exchanges. And your little daughter..."Arthur paused, letting the silence hang in the freezing air of the cell like a loaded gun.Elena’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced her face to remain an unreadable mask of stone. "Don't speak her name.""Claire," Arthur whispered with a faint, sympathetic smile. "She is currently locked inside an underground steel bunker in the Green Mountains of Vermont. My men are standing outside that door with four hundred pounds of commercial demolition charges. They are simply waiting for my telephone call."
Chapter 145
The concrete drainage pipe beneath Dübendorf Airfield was black as pitch and smelled of rusted iron and freezing river water.Water rushed around Lawrence’s knees, dragging at his soaked trousers with every step. Marcus Webb moved three paces ahead, his tactical flashlight throwing a narrow beam of white light across the curved stone walls. Behind them, Keller carried the heavy carbon-fiber travel case, his boots sloshing steadily through the current.Lawrence’s hands were scraped raw, but he felt no physical pain. His entire mind was consumed by the image on Marcus’s phone: the six men in winter camouflage moving up the porch steps in Vermont, forty-five seconds away from his sleeping child."Marcus," Lawrence said, his voice tearing from his dry throat. "The feed. Connect me to the cabin."Marcus stopped against the dripping concrete wall. He tapped the encrypted satellite display with his thumb, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched violently under his stubble."The uplink
Chapter 144
"Arthur Vance’s influence in Zurich runs too deep. We fly to Washington. We hand this directly to the Director of the Department of Justice and the United States Senate Intelligence Committee."The two Audis slowed down, turning off the highway onto the cracked asphalt of Dübendorf Military Airfield.At 2:45 AM, the cars rolled into the cavernous, dark interior of the abandoned hangar.The heavy corrugated metal doors were partially open, letting in the freezing mist. In the center of the concrete floor, the Gulfstream G650 was already running its auxiliary power unit, its jet engines letting out a low, high-pitched whine as the pilots completed their pre-flight checks.The car doors opened. Lawrence, Elena, Marcus, and Richard stepped out onto the cold concrete.Marcus’s ground team moved quickly, transferring the carbon-fiber travel case toward the airstairs of
Chapter 143
The blinding red emergency strobes spun violently against the cold steel walls of Vault Seven, painting the room in the color of fresh blood.High above their heads, the eight industrial vents let out a deafening, continuous roar. Thick, white clouds of halon gas poured into the chamber like frozen waterfalls, tumbling down the brass safety deposit boxes and pooling across the floor.The air instantly turned freezing cold and chemically bitter.Richard Sterling was already on his knees on the stone floor, his expensive coat soaked in the rising mist. He clawed at the collar of his silk shirt, his mouth opening and closing like a fish pulled from water."I can't breathe!" Richard wheezed, his voice rising into a high-pitched, hysterical shriek. "Elena! The door won't open! We’re going to die in here! Oh God, we’re going to die!""Shut up, Richard!" Marcus Webb barked, his voice tight and strained.Marcus rushed to the three-foot-thick blast door. He raised his tactical sidearm, pressed
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The Gulfstream G650 banked hard over the dark expanse of the Black Forest, its jet engines screaming into the freezing midnight mist. Inside the pressurized cabin, the air felt thin and heavy.Lawrence Rousseau stood at the central navigation table, staring at the satellite screen. His knuckles were pale where his hands gripped the edge of the polished mahogany wood.Beside him, Elena did not look away from the dark window. Below them, tiny clusters of golden light flickered through breaks in the cloud cover—quiet German and Swiss villages where families slept under warm blankets, unaware of the corporate predators moving through the dark above them."Twenty-five minutes to Zurich airspace," Marcus Webb said, his voice cutting through the steady hum of the aircraft. He walked out of the cockpit, wiping a smear of dried blood from his jawline where Eric Vance’s strike team had grazed him during the firefight in Frankfurt. He held a secure tactical tablet in his left hand. "My Swiss con
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Eric’s bullet hit the steel frame of the console right above Lawrence’s head, sending a shower of bright yellow sparks over Lawrence’s hands!That split second was all Marcus Webb needed.Marcus charged down the center aisle like an enraged bull, leaping over a fallen terminal, and tackled Eric Vance hard to the floor!The two massive men slammed against the concrete ground with a violent thud! Eric’s pistol skidded across the floor, sliding under a row of servers.Marcus delivered a devastating right hook to Eric Vance’s jaw, knocking the mercenary leader's head back. Vance struck back with a sharp elbow to Marcus’s ribs, but Marcus gritted his teeth, trapped Vance’s arm in a lock, and slammed his head violently against the concrete floor!Eric Vance went completely limp, his eyes rolling back as unconsciousness took him.
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