Chapter 15 - The Fortress Breach
Alexander stepped out of the black sedan into the cold Swiss mist, wearing his tailored navy suit and heavy black leather gloves.
The front iron gates were locked tight, guarded by four armed mercenaries holding European assault rifles.
Instead of waiting for diplomatic clearance, Alexander strode forward fearlessly, his presence commanding absolute terror.
The lead guard raised his weapon, shouting in German for Alexander to halt immediately or face lethal execution.
Before the guard could pull his trigger, Swiss federal police officers swarmed from the tree line, pinning the guards to the gravel.
Alexander walked past them without slowing his pace, using an electronic override device to force open the main fortress doors.
He stepped into the grand marble foyer of the European estate, which bore an uncanny resemblance to his own mansion in Boston.
Sitting at the far end of the grand hall by a massive stone fireplace was an aging, silver-haired man sipping scotch.
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Viktor Vance turned his head slowly, looking at his nephew with a cold, mocking smile playing across his weathered lips.
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