Chapter 15
Hours later, the armored SUV pulled into a classified underground airstrip hidden beneath a rugged coastal estate in coastal Maine.
A sleek military-grade transport jet stood waiting on the tarmac, its turbine engines humming with suppressed power under the American flag emblem.
They boarded the aircraft immediately, strapping themselves into shock-absorbing executive seats as the jet taxied rapidly toward the runway.
As the aircraft lifted off into the stormy night sky, banking sharply toward the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, Clara felt a calm resolve settle.
She looked down at her baby sleeping peacefully in her arms, knowing that her lineage would survive every single obstacle thrown in its path.
Arthur opened a encrypted tactical briefing on the main cabin monitor, displaying the exact GPS coordinates of the Iron Crown's Swiss data bunker.
"The main mainframe is located three hundred meters beneath the surface of the Swiss Alps, guarded by private mercenaries," Arthur briefed them.
"We don't need to breach the bunker physically; Sarah and I can execute a remote payload injection via their satellite relay station," Clara planned.
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"And if they trace our signal?" Sarah asked, testing the dual-redundant encryption keys on her tactical laptop console.
"Then we burn their entire European financial network to ash and leave them with nothing to trade," Clara answered without a single ounce of hesitation.
