Chapter 8 - The Desperate Ploy
The toxic gas burned their lungs instantly, tasting like acid and burnt copper.
Gabriel ripped off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Eli to protect the infant.
Claire desperately searched the sleek, modern vault for any sign of a structural weakness.
The titanium walls were completely solid, and the electronic lock was buried behind bulletproof glass.
She noticed a small maintenance cart hidden in the corner of the room.
Claire rummaged through the supplies and found a cache of highly unstable industrial cleaning chemicals.
She utilized the extensive chemistry training Cross had forced her to learn as an assassin.
She mixed the volatile liquids inside a metal thermos, creating a crude but powerful explosive.
Gabriel held his breath, shielding the baby with his own body in the corner of the room.
Claire packed the makeshift bomb tightly against the electronic locking mechanism.
She fired a single bullet into the thermos from across the room.
The explosion violently blew the heavy vault door entirely off its hinges.
Fresh air flooded into the room, dissipating the deadly green fog.
They stumbled out into the luxurious penthouse living room, coughing and gasping for oxygen.
When the smoke finally cleared, Gabriel looked up and froze in pure terror.
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Damian Cross was standing calmly on the massive outdoor balcony.
He was holding the only vial of the glowing blue antidote directly over the edge of the eighty-story drop.
