Chapter 7 - Preparing the Strike Force
My private armory beneath the Chicago estate hummed with activity as twelve elite tactical contractors geared up.
Black body armor, suppressed rifles, and night-vision equipment were laid out across heavy steel tables.
I pulled on a reinforced tactical vest over my dark sweater, securing my sidearm into its chest holster.
Evelyn stood near the door, wearing a heavy black jacket provided by my security detail.
“Vane’s facility is heavily guarded by former military contractors,” Evelyn briefed the team, pointing at a map.
“It’s disguised as a private wellness retreat tucked deep into the pine forests near Traverse City.”
“How did you manage to escape from a high-security facility like that?” my tactical commander, Marcus, questioned suspiciously.
Evelyn pulled back her jacket sleeve, revealing nasty chemical burns and deep track marks along her forearm.
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“Genevieve helped me create a fire in the lab wing,” Evelyn explained quietly.
“She risked everything to slip me past the perimeter guards so I could reach you before it was too late.”
