Chapter 6 - The Flames of the Past
The heavy steel door fell inward with a deafening crash, kicking up a massive cloud of concrete dust.
Standing in the doorway was David, holding the smoking blowtorch with his one good arm.
He had managed to cut us out of the damaged room before the automated security systems permanently sealed us inside.
"We have to move right now, the building is compromised," David grunted, tossing the torch aside.
We helped him walk up the emergency stairwell, fleeing into the dark, abandoned shipyard near the river.
Eleanor was struggling to breathe, the immense stress taking a severe toll on her fragile heart.
We hid inside an empty shipping container that smelled strongly of salt and rust.
I ripped a piece of my uniform to bandage David's bleeding shoulder.
"Tomorrow is your twenty-eighth birthday, Hannah," Eleanor whispered, squeezing my hand tightly.
"That is the exact day my father's trust officially transfers complete control of the empire to you."
That was why Richard was so desperate to hunt me down tonight.
If I survived to see the sunrise, Richard would lose absolutely everything he had stolen.
I promised Eleanor that we were going to make it out of this alive.
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Suddenly, a high-caliber sniper bullet pierced completely through the metal wall of the shipping container.
Eleanor gasped loudly and collapsed onto the cold metal floor.
