Chapter 3 - The Extraction
Gunfire shredded the wooden table Claire was using as cover.
She rolled across the floor, dodging the deadly spray of bullets with practiced precision.
Luke was desperately trying to crawl toward her, screaming her name in pure terror.
He still thought she was just an innocent accountant caught in a horrific terrorist attack.
Claire grabbed a heavy silver serving tray from the floor and hurled it into the air as a distraction.
The mercenaries instinctively tracked and fired at the flying metal.
In that split second, Claire lunged forward and fired twice, dropping both men to the blood-stained marble floor.
She grabbed Luke by the collar of his pristine white dress uniform and hauled him forcefully to his feet.
"We have to move right now," Claire commanded, her voice devoid of any sisterly warmth.
Luke stared at the dead bodies, then at the smoking gun in his sister’s steady hand.
"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" he stammered, completely in shock.
"I didn't drop out of the Academy, Luke," she replied coldly.
"They recruited me into a program you don't have the clearance to know about."
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Suddenly, the heavy steel doors of the auditorium were blown off their hinges by a massive explosive charge.
A dozen more heavily armed men flooded into the smoke-filled room.
