Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Titan
The sound of helicopter blades chopped through the night air. Isabel’s extraction chopper broke through the clouds, its massive spotlight blinding Julian as he lay on the roof.
Simultaneously, the roof access door burst open again. A dozen heavily armed FBI SWAT agents swarmed the rooftop, their laser sights painting Julian’s chest in red dots.
"Drop the weapon!" the lead agent roared at Genevieve.
Genevieve calmly clicked the safety on, placed the revolver gently on the ground, and raised her hands, holding the black ledger high.
"I am Genevieve Vance," she announced loudly. "And I am turning over state's evidence regarding international weapons smuggling and attempted murder."
Julian screamed in rage as the agents tackled him, aggressively forcing his hands behind his back and clicking heavy steel cuffs onto his wrists. He looked at Genevieve and Isabel, his empire entirely reduced to ashes by the two women he thought he could control.
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"You're dead!" Julian spat as they dragged him away. "Both of you!"
Isabel walked up to him, leaning in close. "No, Julian. I was already dead. But you? You're going to spend the rest of your life in a concrete box, wondering how you lost to a ghost."
