Chapter 8 - Marcus Outmaneuvers The Corrupt Guards In The Library
Back in the grand foyer, Marcus used the absolute darkness to his advantage, moving silently along the perimeter wall toward the library.
He knew every inch of his ten-thousand-square-foot American suburban estate like the back of his hand, having designed the blueprints himself.
Jim was breathing heavily near the front entrance, his tactical flashlight beam cutting through the darkness in erratic, nervous sweeping motions.
Victoria was standing near the bottom of the staircase, her breath ragged as she gripped the silver flash drive like a protective talisman.
“Find the boy, Jim!” Victoria hissed into her tactical radio handset. “He has the original master key recovery codes on his tablet!”
Marcus appeared like a ghost behind Jim, sweeping the guard’s legs out from under him with a crushing kick to the back of his knees.
Jim hit the marble floor hard, losing his grip on his gun, which clattered across the slick floor into the dark dining room archway.
Marcus brought the butt of his gun down firmly against the back of Jim’s neck, neutralizing the corrupt guard instantly in one strike.
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Victoria gasped, dropping her flashlight as Marcus stepped into the beam of light, his gun raised and pointed directly at her chest.
“It’s over, Victoria,” Marcus said coldly, his eyes completely devoid of any remaining mercy or affection. “Give me the flash drive.”
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