Chapter 22 - THE HEART OF THE SYNDICATE
The underground bunker was a sprawling labyrinth of rusted servers, flickering monitors, and military-grade communication arrays.
Computer screens flashed lines of code and financial routing numbers belonging to elite global syndicates.
"Server mainframe is located in the central chamber," an operative radioed in through his comms headset.
Victoria jogged down the damp concrete corridor, her boots splashing through puddles of standing water.
She pushed open a heavy iron door, stepping into the massive central server room illuminated by eerie green monitor glow.
Standing in front of the master terminal was Julian, pressing a final keystroke into the keyboard with a bloody hand.
"You're too late, Victoria," Julian laughed hysterically, blood dripping from his chin. "The kill-switch protocol has already been transmitted to Zurich."
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Victoria leveled her pistol directly at his chest, her hands completely steady.
"Stop right there, Julian," she commanded, stepping further into the room.
