Chapter 8 - The Shadow Bank
We stole an abandoned pickup truck from the parking lot and drove toward the city under the cover of darkness.
I knew that fighting Victoria's private army and her corrupt police force required massive resources.
My standard corporate bank accounts were already frozen by the federal authorities.
I needed to access my secret offshore emergency funds stored in a highly illegal shadow bank in Manhattan.
We arrived at a rundown laundromat in Queens that served as a front for the underground financial institution.
I left Emily asleep in the truck with Clara and walked inside with my face hidden beneath a baseball cap.
I approached the back wall and entered a complex biometric code into a hidden keypad behind a washing machine.
A heavy steel door slid open, revealing an opulent, brightly lit banking lobby filled with armed guards.
I walked up to the teller window and requested an immediate wire transfer of two hundred million dollars.
The shadow banker recognized me, but he looked incredibly nervous as he typed on his computer.
He told me that my account had been flagged by a secondary authorization protocol just ten minutes ago.
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He pointed a heavy revolver directly at my chest through the opening in the bulletproof glass.
The banker apologized and said the bounty Victoria placed on my head was simply too large to ignore.
