Chapter 10
Down in the bunker, the wall-mounted intercom speaker suddenly hissed with static before Cole’s voice echoed through the chamber.
"I know you can hear me down there, Vincent," Cole taunted smoothly, his voice amplified by the bunker's central audio system.
"You are wandering through a concrete crypt built by a dead man who thought he could outsmart the system."
Vincent didn't answer; his fingers danced furiously across the vintage keyboard, initiating the emergency satellite transmission protocol.
"Hand over the cryptographic drive, Vincent, and we can make this execution look like a tragic mountain climbing accident," Cole continued coldly.
"Just like we did for your father thirty years ago."
That single sentence shattered Vincent’s restraint, a cold, blinding fury eclipsing every ounce of fear in his veins.
"You murdered my family for a briefcase full of classified lies, Cole!" Vincent shouted into the bunker's master microphone.
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"And tonight, the entire American judiciary is going to watch your empire burn to ash!"
On the mainframe screen, a bright green progress bar surged forward: DATA UPLOAD AT SEVENTY-FIVE PERCENT.
