Chapter 11
Outside the inner security door, a deafening screech of melting steel echoed through the concrete corridors.
Cole’s operatives had applied a high-powered thermal cutting torch to the primary locking bolts, showering the hallway in white-hot sparks.
Vincent glanced frantically at the progress bar on the analog monitor: NINETY PERCENT... NINETY-FIVE PERCENT.
Suddenly, the bunker lights flickered violently and died, plunging the chamber into pitch blackness except for the glowing green monitor screen.
"Power surge in sector four!" an automated security voice blared overhead as the backup generator struggled to hold the load.
Vincent gripped the edge of the metal desk, his heart pounding as the cutting torch melted through the final steel pin of the door.
With a thunderous crash, the heavy security door kicked inward, filling the hallway with thick, blinding white smoke.
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Three elite operatives in charcoal grey tactical suits rushed into the room through the smoke, their weapons raised and locked on his position.
"Don't move an inch!" the lead operative roared, stepping forward with his rifle barrel leveled at Vincent's chest.
