Chapter 6 - The Architect's Lair
The warehouse was instantly bathed in blinding, aggressive tactical lights.
Eleanor shoved the car into reverse and slammed the gas pedal directly to the floor.
The stolen sedan crashed violently backward through a weak brick wall.
They burst out into a narrow, filthy alleyway as bullets completely shattered their windshield.
Cole grabbed his weapon and fired blindly through the broken glass to keep the mercenaries back.
Eleanor navigated the labyrinth of dark streets with the precision of a professional getaway driver.
She told Cole they were completely outgunned and needed immediate sanctuary.
She drove them deep into the forgotten, crumbling tunnels beneath the New York subway system.
They abandoned the ruined car and walked into a heavily guarded underground bunker.
Cole recognized the symbols painted on the steel walls as belonging to the Architect.
The Architect was an absolute myth in the underworld, a phantom who controlled the invisible black markets.
Eleanor walked past the armed guards without so much as a single security check.
She pushed open the heavy iron doors to the main command center.
A silver-haired woman sitting behind a massive bank of monitors slowly turned around.
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Cole felt the blood completely freeze in his veins.
The mythical Architect ruling the criminal underworld was Eleanor's mother.
