Chapter 15 - Confrontation in the Clearing
Before the rescue harness could be lowered from the aircraft, a cold, familiar voice echoed through the trees.
“You really thought you could just walk away with my life's work, Lawson?” Crosby Vane stepped into the clearing.
He was surrounded by eight heavily armed mercenaries, their rifle lasers painting bright red dots across our chests.
Crosby Vane was an elderly man dressed in a tailored wool overcoat, holding an silver-plated walking stick.
His eyes were cold and calculating, devoid of any basic human empathy as he stared at Genevieve.
“Two years of brilliant genetic research, ruined because of your pathetic emotional attachments,” Vane sneered.
I stepped firmly in front of Genevieve and Evelyn, keeping my sidearm pointed dead center at Vane’s chest.
“It ends tonight, Crosby,” I said, my voice steady despite the eight laser targets focused on my body.
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“You poisoned my children and kidnapped my wife. You aren't leaving this forest alive.”
Vane chuckled softly, a dry, raspy sound that made my skin crawl with absolute revulsion.
