Chapter 9 - The Final Recipe
Roberto stood up, pointing his weapon directly at his own son's chest.
"You made a mess of my city, Nicholas, and I am here to clean it up," Roberto stated coldly.
Evelyn stepped in front of Nicholas, shielding him with her fragile body.
"You are a coward, Roberto, and you always have been," Evelyn spat fiercely.
Roberto sneered and raised the gun to shoot his wife.
Claire knew she had less than a second to act.
She grabbed a massive, industrial-sized bag of baking flour from the emergency supply shelf next to her.
She ripped the bag open and hurled it violently into the air directly between Roberto and the family.
A massive, thick cloud of white powder instantly filled the small bunker, blinding everyone.
"Nicholas, shoot the lights!" Claire screamed at the top of her lungs.
Nicholas fired blindly into the ceiling, shattering the fluorescent bulbs and plunging the room into total darkness.
Sparks from the shattered lights ignited the dense cloud of flour dust suspended in the air.
A massive, concussive fireball erupted in the center of the room.
The explosion blew Roberto violently against the concrete wall, knocking the gun from his hand.
Nicholas lunged through the settling smoke, tackling his father to the ground.
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A brutal hand-to-hand fight ensued in the darkness.
Roberto pulled a hidden combat knife from his boot and drove it deep into Nicholas's side.
