Chapter 12
Before Viktor could draw his weapon from beneath his coat, a heavy security door slammed shut behind him with a deafening metallic echo. Sarah stepped out from the shadows of the fire exit, holding a customized tactical baton with quiet, terrifying poise. "You're a long way from Zurich, Viktor; federal airspace and local streets are heavily monitored here," Sarah stated without blinking. Viktor smirked, dropping his false pretense as he pulled his suppressed pistol free with lightning-fast professional reflexes.
"One woman with a stick isn't going to stop the Iron Crown from finishing what we started," Viktor hissed, raising his weapon to fire. Sarah didn't flinch; she spun low, sweeping her baton against his knee joint with bone-jarring force and shattering his balance. Viktor grunted in sudden agony, crashing hard against the tiled wall and dropping his firearm onto the floor. Before he could recover, three armed tactical officers emerged from the stairwell, pinning him firmly to the ground in steel cuffs.
