Chapter 5 - The Fugitive Grandfather
I was now officially the most wanted fugitive in the entire state of New York.
I drove the stolen truck deep into the industrial district, hiding it inside an abandoned warehouse.
Ethan sat quietly on a wooden crate, his small face completely pale from exhaustion and sheer terror.
I knew the absolute only way to stop Marcus was to access the billions of dollars he had hidden.
I pulled an encrypted laptop out of Thomas's glove compartment and began running a trace program.
My brilliant daughter had secretly installed a digital backdoor into Marcus's banking network before she died.
The signal successfully triangulated Marcus's current location to a secret underground vault beneath a shell company.
I promised Ethan that this terrifying nightmare would be completely over soon.
We sneaked quietly through the dark, deserted streets until we reached the massive steel doors of the banking facility.
I bypassed the electronic keypad using a specialized hacking tool I had kept from my military days.
We descended a long concrete stairwell that led directly to a massive, circular steel vault door.
I connected the laptop to the vault's mainframe to manually initiate the heavy lock override.
The computer system immediately flashed a bright red security warning on the screen.
The system required a live biometric blood sample from the account owner to open the doors.
I gently pricked Ethan's finger and pressed his tiny drop of blood onto the glass scanner.
The massive steel gears loudly clicked into place, and the heavy vault door slowly swung wide open.
We stepped into the brightly lit room, completely surrounded by towering stacks of physical bearer bonds.
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The heavy steel vault door suddenly slammed shut behind us with a deafening metallic crash.
Marcus slowly stepped out from behind a wall of money, holding a loaded shotgun directly at my chest.
