Chapter 7 - The Counterstrike
The heavy armored vehicles died instantly, plunging our entire tactical convoy into absolute, terrifying darkness.
The snipers on the roof lost their thermal optics, completely blinding our primary line of defense.
Dominic leaped out of the disabled command vehicle, screaming that he was taking control of the situation.
He foolishly believed he could negotiate a peaceful surrender with Natalie by offering himself as a hostage.
Natalie looked at him with pure disgust, raising her suppressed pistol and shooting him directly in the kneecap.
Dominic collapsed onto the wet pavement, screaming in absolute agony as his shattered bone gave way.
Natalie callously shoved the weeping Victoria into the cold mud and aimed her weapon directly at my chest.
She smiled wickedly, boasting that the Brooks empire was finally going to fall tonight.
What Natalie failed to realize was that I had spent years anticipating the absolute worst-case scenarios.
I had never fully trusted Dominic's pathetic technology, and I certainly did not trust his compliance.
I raised my hand and blew a loud, piercing note on an analog titanium whistle hidden in my palm.
The loud frequency echoed through the industrial district, signaling the secondary tactical team I had secretly positioned.
A massive, military-grade helicopter suddenly descended from the dark clouds above, entirely unaffected by the ground-level EMP.
A blinding searchlight illuminated the entire warehouse district, pinning Natalie like an insect under a microscope.
Six heavily armed operators fast-roped down from the chopper, landing perfectly around the bewildered assassin.
They moved with brutal efficiency, disarming Natalie and slamming her face-first onto the wet concrete.
I walked over to the groaning Dominic, looking down at his bleeding leg with a profound sense of closure.
I told him that his pathetic attempts to play the hero only resulted in his absolute destruction.
My father's security team quickly secured Victoria, loading her trembling body into the back of a medical evacuation helicopter.
We finally had Natalie and Dominic completely neutralized, ready to be handed over to the federal authorities.
As we prepared to leave the harbor, a massive fleet of unmarked, heavily armored SUVs violently breached the warehouse gates.
Dozens of masked men poured out of the vehicles, raising heavy machine guns and surrounding our position entirely.
A tall, impeccably dressed man stepped out of the lead vehicle and slowly clapped his hands in mock applause.
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It was the supreme boss of the international criminal syndicate, and he was staring directly at my father.
The boss smiled warmly and cheerfully told Charles Brooks that it was finally time to settle their thirty-year-old debt.
