Chapter 19 - The Trap Is Sprung Beneath The Harbor Cranes
“Freeze right there! Drop your weapons and put your hands where we can see them!” a voice boomed from a loudspeaker.
From the shadows around the shipping containers, dozens of heavily armed tactical operatives stepped out with rifles raised.
At the center of the formation stood the shadow director himself, wearing a sharp grey suit completely unaffected by the rain.
“Well, well, well... look what crawled out of the American wasteland,” the director mocked with a cold, sinister smile.
Jack pushed Leo and Sarah behind him, stepping forward to shield his family with his own body.
“It’s over, Director; the financial ledgers and surveillance files are already broadcasting to the global press,” Jack bluffed smoothly.
The director chuckled darkly, tapping a small tablet device he held in his gloved hand.
“You’re a brave man, Jack, but you forgot one simple rule of the intelligence game: I control the servers,” the director replied.
Suddenly, every screen and phone in the area went dead as a localized electromagnetic pulse cut off all outgoing transmissions.
“Surrender the physical flash drive, Jack, and I might let your wife and son live to see tomorrow sunrise,” the director demanded.
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Jack’s hand tightened around the drive in his pocket, calculating the infinitesimal odds of their survival against an army.
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