Chapter 14
"Drive! Step on it!" Sarah commanded the driver, a seasoned mercenary trained in high-threat VIP extraction protocols.
The SUV surged forward with terrifying acceleration, tires screaming against the asphalt as bullets began to ping harmlessly off the bulletproof glass.
Arthur pulled Clara into a protective embrace, kissing the top of his sleeping grandson's head while checking a secure satellite tracker on his tablet.
"They tracked our encrypted communication server from Zurich; the Iron Crown wants us dead before the federal grand jury convenes tomorrow," Arthur explained.
"Then we don't go to court; we take the fight directly to their European servers," Clara declared, her eyes burning with fierce, unyielding ambition.
"How do we do that? Zurich is thousands of miles away, and every international airport is currently monitored by their syndicate agents," Arthur noted grimly.
"We don't use commercial airports, Dad; we use the private military transport grid operating out of our naval facility in Maine," Clara countered coolly.
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Sarah monitored the rearview camera, watching the pursuing motorcycles fall further and further behind in the heavy New York traffic maze.
"She's right, Mr. Thorne; if we hit them where they feel safest, they won't have time to mount a counter-offensive," Sarah agreed with a lethal smile.
