Chapter 13 - The Subterranean Fortress
The helicopter flew aggressively low over the churning ocean, entirely avoiding all commercial radar systems.
We traveled in absolute silence for two hours before crossing into a dense, heavily forested mountain range.
Jax landed the chopper in a small, hidden clearing completely surrounded by towering pine trees.
We stepped out into the freezing mountain air, surrounded by ten heavily armed tactical operators wearing full combat gear.
Jax led us toward what looked like a massive, abandoned mining cave carved directly into the side of the mountain.
He pressed his hand against a hidden biometric scanner disguised as a jagged rock.
The massive steel doors groaned loudly and slid open, revealing a brilliantly lit, state-of-the-art subterranean bunker.
I had secretly used millions of dollars from my security firm to build this impenetrable fortress exactly for worst-case scenarios.
The bunker was equipped with independent generators, heavy blast doors, and enough food and water to last for years.
Grace looked around the massive underground facility in pure awe.
I guided her and Lily into a comfortable, secure living suite located deep in the heart of the bunker.
I kissed them both softly, promising I would be right outside in the main command center.
I walked into the tactical room, where Jax had already booted up a massive grid of global surveillance monitors.
I placed my father's burner phone onto the metal table and instructed the tech team to tear the device apart.
I needed to know exactly where the call had originated from.
A brilliant young hacker named Chloe completely bypassed the phone's heavy encryption in less than ten minutes.
She projected a highly detailed digital map onto the main command screen.
The signal trace did not point to a foreign country or a hidden mountain base.
The red blinking dot was located exactly three miles off the coast of our abandoned beach house.
My father was operating his entire global syndicate from a massive, heavily fortified offshore drilling rig.
He had purposely bought a decommissioned oil platform and turned it into an untouchable fortress in international waters.
Jax crossed his massive arms, stating coldly that a direct frontal assault on a rig like that was absolute suicide.
My father would have heavy anti-aircraft guns and dozens of elite mercenaries guarding the perimeter.
I stared at the blinking red dot on the monitor, a lethal, unforgiving rage boiling completely over in my chest.
I told Jax we were not going to launch a frontal assault at all.
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We were going to use the exact same deceptive tactics my father had used to destroy my childhood.
We were going to infiltrate the rig as ghosts.
