Chapter 9 - The Ghost Returns
Arthur Vance leaped down from the low-hovering helicopter, his boots hitting the rooftop tiles with heavy authority.
He walked directly toward his treacherous son, completely ignoring the red laser dot still resting on Julian's chest.
Julian’s hands shook so violently that he completely dropped the silver revolver onto the concrete floor.
He fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably as he stared at the father he thought he had buried decades ago.
Arthur looked down at his broken family with eyes completely devoid of any paternal love or forgiveness.
You both chose greed over family, and now you will pay the ultimate price for your sins.
While Julian was entirely distracted by the ghost of his father, the tactical officers rushed the ledge.
They grabbed Amara by her arms and shoulders, hauling her safely back over the edge onto the solid roof.
The medics instantly swarmed her, applying heavy pressure bandages and oxygen to stabilize her fading vitals.
Arthur walked over to the medical team, dropping to his knees beside the brave girl who had risked everything.
He held Amara’s cold hand tightly, tears of profound gratitude welling up in his aged, tired eyes.
He proudly told the surrounding agents that Amara was the most brilliant undercover operative he had ever trained.
Eleanor watched from across the roof, her mind completely shattered by the absolute ruin of her evil empire.
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As the paramedics loaded Amara onto a stretcher, Arthur leaned in closely and whispered a shocking truth.
You fought incredibly well tonight, Amara, and I have never been more proud to call you my true daughter.
