Chapter 8 - The Lockdown
The heavy steel doors slammed shut, trapping us completely inside the restricted maternity ward.
The blaring alarms echoed relentlessly, creating an atmosphere of pure, suffocating panic.
My mother cowered in the corner as Daniel quickly dragged a heavy medical cart to barricade the door.
My father's hired mercenaries were already pounding against the reinforced wood from the hallway.
They needed my signature before the charter flight departed, and they were running out of time.
The intense stress and terror suddenly triggered a massive, blinding wave of pain across my abdomen.
I gasped and gripped the bedrails as a fierce contraction ripped through my body.
My water broke, soaking the hospital sheets and signaling that my baby was coming four weeks early.
Daniel rushed to my side, holding my hand and trying to coach my frantic breathing.
Marissa pulled a sleek firearm from her briefcase, taking a defensive position behind the barricaded door.
The mercenaries outside began using a heavy battering ram, shaking the entire room with every brutal strike.
Just as the door hinges began to buckle, the blaring hospital alarms abruptly silenced.
The overhead lights flickered, and the electronic locks on the steel blast doors disengaged with a loud hiss.
Ethan’s voice suddenly crackled over the hospital’s intercom system, sounding bruised but triumphant.
He had managed to escape his captors and hack into the hospital's central security mainframe.
He announced that he had broadcast the security camera footage of the mercenaries directly to the Boston Police Department.
The sound of heavy tactical boots thundered down the hallway as a SWAT team stormed the maternity ward.
We heard shouted commands, the clatter of dropped weapons, and the distinct sound of handcuffs clicking shut.
Daniel sighed in immense relief, believing that the police had finally secured the building.
The splintered door to my room was suddenly kicked open, sending pieces of the barricade flying across the floor.
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It was not a police officer standing in the doorway.
It was Vanessa, covered in soot from the harbor explosion, pointing a gun directly at my father’s head.
