Chapter 6 - The Real Father
My entire body went completely numb as Tessa's horrifying threat echoed through the sterile hospital room.
Foreign mercenaries were actively converging on the hospital to physically extract DNA from my vulnerable, premature twins.
I aggressively tried to rip the IV lines from my arms, determined to fight them off with my bare hands if necessary.
Vance gently but firmly pushed me back onto the pillows, promising me that he would die before letting anyone touch our children.
He looked at Colonel Whitaker and requested immediate authorization to engage any hostile threats with extreme prejudice.
Whitaker nodded grimly, officially deputizing Vance and granting him full tactical command of the hospital's defensive perimeter.
Russell cowered in the corner of the room, crying pathetically and desperately pleading for a military escort to safety.
Vance grabbed Russell by the expensive lapels of his suit and violently shoved him against the cold concrete wall.
He ordered my treacherous husband to sit quietly on the floor, warning him that cowardice would not save him from a treason charge.
Tessa watched the chaotic preparations with a smug, highly confident smile, firmly believing her heavily armed team would succeed.
She bragged that her mercenaries were elite professionals who had easily bypassed heavy military security in the past.
Suddenly, a loud, deafening explosion rocked the eastern wing of the massive hospital building, violently shaking the floor beneath us.
The harsh, blaring sound of the hospital's emergency fire alarm instantly filled the air with a piercing shriek.
Thick, acrid gray smoke began pouring through the overhead ventilation shafts, rapidly obscuring our vision.
Vance immediately recognized the tactical diversion and ordered everyone to put on emergency oxygen masks.
He handed me a portable oxygen tank and strictly instructed me to stay completely hidden behind the heavy medical equipment.
The lights in the NICU violently flickered and died, plunging the entire room into complete and absolute darkness.
We could hear the heavy, methodical footsteps of heavily armed men marching aggressively down the main corridor.
Vance positioned himself near the doorway, utilizing the thick smoke as cover for his impending ambush.
Two heavily armored mercenaries burst through the NICU doors, scanning the dark room with bright thermal lasers.
Vance moved with terrifying, lethal speed, completely disarming the first mercenary before the man could even pull his trigger.
He used the first attacker as a human shield, expertly firing two precise shots to instantly neutralize the second threat.
The brutal efficiency of his military training was absolutely awe-inspiring and terrifying to witness in close quarters.
I huddled terrified in the dark corner, fiercely shielding Jonah and Elise's incubators with my own recovering body.
More gunfire erupted out in the hallway as Whitaker's military police aggressively engaged the remaining hostile forces.
Tessa used the chaotic, blinding smoke to her advantage, violently kicking a heavy medical cart directly into Vance's knees.
Vance stumbled backward, allowing Tessa to frantically sprint out of the room and disappear into the smoke-filled corridor.
Russell saw his brief window of opportunity and cowardly scrambled out the door right behind her, desperate to escape.
Vance quickly recovered his footing and rushed back to check on me and the fragile babies.
I coughed through the thick smoke, frantically counting the tiny, rising chests inside the plastic incubators.
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My blood ran completely cold as I stared into the second incubator, my heart stopping in my chest.
The plastic bed was completely empty, and my newborn son, Jonah, had vanished into the thick, choking smoke.
