Chapter 8 - The Great Escape
Julian froze, staring at his mother in complete disbelief as the ruthless mercenaries took aim.
He had finally realized that Margaret truly cared for no one but herself.
Vance didn't waste a single microsecond of the deadly distraction.
He pulled a small, spherical EMP grenade from his tactical vest and slammed it onto the metal floor.
A blinding flash of blue light erupted, followed by a high-pitched, deafening electronic screech.
Every light in the underground vault shattered instantly, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
Gunfire erupted blindly in the pitch-black room as the terrified mercenaries panicked.
Vance grabbed my arm and Maya's arm, dragging us quickly toward the emergency maintenance shaft.
I clutched the yellowed legal document tightly to my chest, knowing it was our only leverage.
We scrambled into the narrow ventilation tunnel, crawling on our hands and knees through the thick dust.
Behind us, the sound of brutal crossfire echoed from the vault as Julian fought his mother's men.
We finally emerged in a dirty back alleyway, gasping deeply for the cool morning air.
"We have to get to Arthur's estate," Vance ordered, rushing us toward a stolen getaway sedan.
"He is the only man with enough power to end this war permanently."
We drove at breakneck speeds out of the city, heading toward the sprawling countryside mansion.
I held Maya tightly, praying that the nightmare was finally coming to an end.
We turned onto the private, tree-lined driveway of Arthur Vanderbilt's legendary compound.
But the massive iron security gates were already blown wide open off their reinforced hinges.
Vance slammed on the brakes, his face turning pale with absolute dread.
Dozens of Arthur's elite security guards were lying unconscious or dead on the pristine green lawns.
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A massive cartel flag was draped casually over the front door of the majestic mansion.
Margaret had not just sent men to the bank; she had sent a small army to take the empire by force.
