Chapter 8 - THE ARRIVAL OF THE FEDERAL MARSHALS
Heavy rhythmic thuds echoed from the other side of the massive dark wooden double doors as tactical battering rams arrived.
"Federal Marshals! Stand clear of the interior perimeter!" a muffled voice called out through the acoustic barrier.
Jonathan turned toward the door with a flicker of desperate hope in his bloodshot eyes.
"Open it! Let me out! She's holding me hostage!" Jonathan screamed toward the heavy oak panels.
Elena didn't blink, maintaining her slow, deliberate eye contact as she raised her phone once more.
"Director Vance, authorization code Delta-Seven-Nine-Omega," Elena spoke clearly into the microphone.
The heavy mechanical lock clicked audibly, disengaging the titanium deadbolts with a smooth, pneumatic hiss.
The massive wooden double doors swung slowly inward, revealing a wall of armed federal marshals in tactical gear.
Bright federal strobe lights flashed against the luxurious wallpaper, illuminating the scene like an interrogation stage.
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Director Vance stepped forward through the breach, his trench coat sweeping past the framed US flag in the corridor.
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