Chapter 4 - The Unlikely Alliance
Chloe pressed a button on the detonator, and the detention center's main power grid instantly exploded in a shower of brilliant sparks.
The loading dock was plunged into absolute, terrifying darkness.
The tactical team began firing blindly into the shadows, their bullets shredding the wooden crates completely surrounding us.
Marcus grabbed my arm and dragged me toward a narrow maintenance stairwell illuminated only by faint red emergency lights.
We sprinted up three flights of concrete stairs while the deafening roar of automatic gunfire echoed right behind us.
We burst out onto the roof of the building, greeted by the freezing, pouring Chicago rain.
I demanded to know why Richard's mistress was leading a team of heavily armed mercenaries to murder us.
Marcus kicked open a rooftop access door and told me Chloe was not just a beautiful, naive distraction.
She was actually an elite corporate spy hired by the same people who employed Marcus, but she had gone rogue to steal Richard's fortune for herself.
She wanted me dead because my biometric signature was the only key capable of unlocking the offshore accounts she desperately desired.
We ran across the slippery, tar-covered roof, aiming for the narrow gap between our building and the adjacent parking garage.
Marcus jumped first, rolling safely onto the concrete ledge on the other side.
I took a deep breath, backed up, and sprinted blindly toward the terrifying drop.
I launched myself into the cold night air, feeling the terrifying sensation of absolute weightlessness.
My hands slammed into the wet concrete edge, but my boots slipped entirely on the slick surface.
I dangled helplessly over the dark, hundred-foot drop to the paved alleyway below.
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Marcus lunged forward to grab my wrists, but a harsh voice ordered him to freeze immediately.
Chloe stood on the roof above us, aiming a suppressed pistol directly at Marcus's head.
