Chapter 16
The transatlantic flight passed in a blur of intense tactical preparation, electronic warfare diagnostics, and calculated risk assessments.
As the sun began to rise over the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Swiss Alps, the transport jet initiated a low-altitude stealth descent.
They touched down on a hidden mountain airstrip owned by an allied intelligence network, stepping out into the freezing alpine air.
A heavily armored convoy of local security contractors met them on the tarmac, escorting them to a fortified communications outpost near Geneva.
Inside the subterranean bunker, banks of glowing server racks hummed with relentless power, processing millions of financial transactions per second.
Clara sat down at the master terminal, her fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with blistering, professional speed.
"Firewall integrity is holding at ninety percent; we need a high-level administrative key to bypass the primary security protocol," Sarah reported.
Arthur stepped forward, pulling a physical gold-plated master drive from his pocket that he had recovered from Marcus's personal safe.
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"This key belonged to the founding patriarch of the Iron Crown's American division; it should act as an absolute master override," Arthur stated.
Clara inserted the drive into the terminal slot, holding her breath as the system screen flashed from angry crimson to a brilliant, inviting green.
