CHAPTER 5
By four-forty-five in the morning, a fleet of three black SUVs pulled into the underground parking structure of the Grand Regency Hotel in downtown Dallas.
Alexander sat in the front passenger seat of the lead vehicle, holding a leather folder containing verified property deeds, financial records, and military intelligence briefs.
What Carmen Robles and her son Javier had failed to realize was that Colonel Alexander Brooks had spent his post-military career operating an elite global risk management firm.
He wasn't just a retired soldier; he was a man who investigated corporate corruption, international money laundering, and high-level extortion for federal agencies.
While Javier was sleeping off expensive champagne in the penthouse suite, Alexander’s team had already uncovered six offshore shell accounts linked directly to Robles Development.
Carmen had been facing imminent bankruptcy due to a massive failed commercial deal in Fort Worth, and Sofia’s Uptown condominium was meant to serve as collateral for an emergency loan.
"Colonel, we have established control over the hotel's central server room," Marcus reported over the comms earpiece as our vehicle came to a stop near the private VIP elevators. "The building staff has been temporarily isolated, and local law enforcement supervisors are standing by on a private channel."
Alexander stepped out of the SUV, adjusting the collar of his dark coat as six former Special Forces operatives fell into formation right behind him.
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"We go up," Alexander commanded calmly, stepping into the private elevator shaft. "No noise, no casualties, total control."
The elevator doors glided shut, carrying the father who had been absent for a decade straight into the heart of the nest that had dared to hurt his child.
