Chapter 9 - The Sins of the Father
The flashing red and blue lights illuminated the fog as dozens of police cruisers swarmed the campus.
The surviving mercenaries were dragged out in handcuffs. Paramedics swarmed the students, wrapping them in thermal blankets.
Richard Vance arrived in his helicopter, landing on the football field. He sprinted toward the ambulances, his face pale with panic.
"Julian!" Richard cried out, trying to hug his son.
Julian stepped back, refusing the embrace. He looked at his father with utter disgust. "They weren't here for a random ransom, Dad. They were here because you sold them stolen tech. You brought this on us."
Richard froze, looking around nervously. "Julian, you're in shock. You don't know what you're saying..."
"He knows exactly what he's saying," Elena said, stepping out of the shadows. Her arm was bandaged, her face bruised, but she stood as straight as a steel beam.
Behind her walked two FBI agents.
"Richard Vance," one of the agents said, holding up a warrant. "You are under arrest for treason, arms trafficking, and conspiracy to commit murder. Commander Rostova forwarded us your encrypted offshore ledgers three hours ago."
Richard’s mouth opened and closed silently. As the agents slapped the cuffs on the billionaire, he looked at Elena. "You... you're just a bus driver."
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"I am whatever I need to be to protect my passengers," Elena replied coldly.
She watched as they loaded Richard into the back of a squad car. The empire built on arrogance and dirty money was gone.
