Chapter 18 - The Syndicate Strike
Before Julian could embrace his wife, the yacht's heavy steel security doors slammed shut automatically, locking them inside.
A cold, mocking voice echoed over the stateroom intercom speakers: "How touching... the tragic family reunion."
It was Victor Sterling, the corrupt billionaire head of the syndicate's North American operations.
"Did you really think you could board my vessel without triggering my biometric perimeter sensors, Vance?" Sterling sneered.
Outside, twin high-speed engines roared to life as The Golden Sovereign began moving out toward international waters.
"In ten minutes, we will be outside US legal jurisdiction," Sterling declared triumphantly over the speaker system.
"And both of you will be fed to the sharks in the Gulf Stream," he added with cold-blooded pleasure.
Julian pulled a thermal breaching charge from his tactical vest, attaching it directly to the steel door lock mechanism.
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"Stand back, Clara!" Julian ordered, pulling her behind a heavy mahogany wardrobe as he primed the remote detonator.
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