Chapter 11 - The Raid On The South Philadelphia Auto Repair Shop
Before Marcus could download the encrypted files onto a public server, the heavy steel storm doors of the auto shop above slammed open.
The loud, rhythmic thud of heavy tactical boots echoed down the concrete stairs leading directly to their underground basement shelter.
"FBI! We have a federal search warrant for this facility! Stand down and raise your hands!" a loud voice boomed down the stairwell.
Agent Ramirez, a senior investigator from the Philadelphia Field Office, stepped into the light holding a drawn federal sidearm.
Behind him stood Eleanor, dressed in a pristine black trench coat, looking down at her daughter and Marcus with cold, triumphant eyes.
"You've caused quite a mess, Marcus," Eleanor said smoothly, her diamond rings glittering under the harsh yellow work lights.
"You tried to bury your own daughter alive, Eleanor!" Marcus spat back, stepping between the federal agents and Clara's medical cot.
"Clara is a liability to national security, Marcus. She was always too fragile to understand the bigger picture," Eleanor stated without emotion.
Agent Ramirez stepped forward, aiming his weapon directly at Marcus's chest while gesturing to his officers to seize the laptop.
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"Hand over the flash drive, Mr. Vance, and we might let you walk out of this basement alive," Ramirez threatened in a low tone.
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