I had barely recovered from a brutal delivery when my husband looked at our newborn daughter, froze, and asked the one question I never expected to hear.

Ethan's eyes were completely dead and empty of all human emotion as he methodically loaded heavy, armor-piercing rounds into three massive assault rifles.

We had broken into a highly secretive, heavily booby-trapped weapons cache hidden deep beneath an abandoned subway tunnel.

Ethan explained coldly that if we were going up against Alistair's elite shadow army, we had to hit them with overwhelming, devastating force.

There was no more running, no more hiding, and absolutely no more playing the victim.

We were going to burn their entire criminal empire completely to the ground.

To find Alistair's floating medical fortress, Ethan had to access a highly classified black site data vault located in the heavily guarded financial district.

This vault contained the real-time satellite tracking codes for every single illegal asset the Vance family owned.

We dressed in stolen, highly realistic tactical uniforms and boldly walked straight through the front doors of the massive, glass-walled financial skyscraper.

Ethan moved with terrifying, calculated precision, silently taking down two armed lobby guards with incredibly brutal, non-lethal strikes before they could even reach their radios.

We hacked the primary elevator and ascended rapidly to the restricted penthouse floor.

The massive steel vault door was protected by a highly complex, laser-grid security system.

Ethan bypassed the deadly lasers by pouring a highly corrosive acid onto the main electrical junction box, plunging the entire floor into complete darkness.

He aggressively ripped the heavy vault door open, revealing massive rows of glowing server racks containing decades of horrific, deeply corrupt global secrets.

He frantically typed complex decryption codes into the main terminal, his fingers flying across the glowing keyboard.

A massive digital map suddenly flashed brightly on the large screen, pinpointing a highly secure, massive luxury superyacht anchored illegally in international waters just fifty miles off the dark coast.

The terrifying vessel was registered as a mobile, unregulated medical research facility.

That was exactly where the monstrous Alistair Vance was preparing to butcher our innocent daughter.