Chapter 10 - The False Victory
My mother rapidly picked the heavy steel locks on her medical restraints with terrifying efficiency.
She rubbed her bruised wrists and looked at me with an incredibly calm, focused expression.
She told me that she always knew Alexander would eventually come for the clone.
Within seconds, she bypassed the electronic keypad on the cell door, and we slipped out into the dark hallway.
We quietly navigated the basement corridors, avoiding the heavily armed security patrols.
My mother found the medical operating theater where Noah was sleeping peacefully inside a sterile glass crib.
She quickly grabbed the baby and stuffed a stolen medical kit into her pockets.
We made it out to the private runway behind the estate, where a sleek corporate jet was preparing for takeoff.
Alexander was standing near the boarding stairs, frantically searching the diaper bag for the missing ledger.
My mother stepped out of the shadows and pointed a stolen security rifle directly at his back.
She demanded that he step away from the plane and let us board immediately.
Alexander slowly raised his hands, admitting absolute defeat with a bitter, angry scowl.
He tossed the keys to the jet onto the tarmac and backed away into the freezing rain.
We boarded the luxurious plane, the engines roaring to life as we prepared to escape to a safe country.
I collapsed into the plush leather seat, feeling completely safe and victorious for the first time in my life.
We had the baby, we had the blackmail material, and we were finally totally free.
As the heavy cabin doors securely locked into place, my mother calmly set her rifle down on the table.
She wiped the fake tears from her eyes and turned to look at me with a cold, completely unfamiliar smile.
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She pulled a heavy, suppressed pistol from her coat and aimed it directly at my forehead.
She softly explained that Alexander wasn't keeping us trapped in his mansion; he was actually trying to protect me from her.
