Chapter 19 - INSIDE THE SUBTERRANEAN BUNKER
The subterranean bunker was a massive, high-tech command center lit by emergency red LED strips along the floor.
Marcus sat down heavily into a backup command wheelchair, breathing heavily from the sheer strain of standing.
"Your nervous system is fighting back. Give it another forty-eight hours and you'll be walking unassisted," Clara observed professionally.
Marcus ignored the pain in his legs, tapping a master control console that projected thermal camera feeds of the entire mansion above.
The tactical mercenaries were swarming through the East Wing guest suite, cursing in frustration when they found it empty.
"They've located the secret elevator shaft," Clara pointed out, watching the thermal blips moving downward on the screen.
"Let them come down. This bunker was built to withstand a tactical siege from a rogue military unit," Marcus said coldly.
He reached out and pressed a master lockdown button, sealing the subterranean blast doors with hydraulic titanium deadbolts.
The mercenaries above slammed against the sealed steel doors, realizing too late that they had walked straight into a cage.
Marcus picked house microphone, his deep, gravelly voice echoing through the bunker intercom speakers above.
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"You came to kill a cripple," Marcus spoke into the mic, his voice dripping with lethal irony. "Welcome to your graveyard."
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