Chapter 20 - THE MERCENARY SURRENDER
Panic rippled through the mercenaries' comm channels as they realized the heavy titanium doors could not be breached from the outside.
Toxic smoke began venting into the upper antechamber from automated security defense systems installed in the ceiling.
"Boss! We're trapped! The ventilation is venting knockout gas!" the lead mercenary's voice screamed over the intercepted radio frequency.
Marcus watched calmly on the thermal monitors as one by one, the elite operatives collapsed unconscious onto the concrete floor.
"Never underestimate a man who built his empire from the ashes of betrayal," Marcus whispered to the empty room.
Clara leaned against the console, crossing her arms as she watched the feeds with a satisfied, knowing smile.
"Arthur Sterling is going to be sweating bullets when none of his high-priced hitmen report back by morning," Clara noted.
"Arthur Sterling is about to learn what happens when you poke a sleeping cartel boss in his own backyard," Marcus replied darkly.
He turned his wheelchair to face Clara, his dark eyes softening slightly as he looked at the tattered woman who had saved his life.
"You've given me my legs back, Clara. Now it's time to help me take back the rest of my empire."
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"I'm billing you double for hazardous combat duty, Mr. Vance," Clara joked dryly.
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