Chapter 15 - THE WAREHOUSE CHASE
Heavy boots echoed across the concrete floor of the warehouse as armed operatives swarmed into the dark interior.
Damon and Clara sprinted through maze-like aisles of stacked shipping crates, their breathing ragged and fast.
"Up the metal stairs!" Damon whispered urgently, pushing Clara toward an industrial catwalk leading to the roof.
They scrambled up the staircase just as a flashlight beam swept across the floor directly below their previous position.
"They're heading for the roof! Cut them off at the gantry crane!" a harsh voice barked from the lower level.
Damon pushed open the heavy rooftop access door, stepping out into the cold, windy night air overlooking the dark water.
There was no escape route—they were trapped on a cantilevered loading platform fifty feet above the rocky harbor below.
Clara clutched the document folder tightly to her chest, her eyes wide as three armed security guards stepped out onto the roof.
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"End of the line, Mr. Vance. Mrs. Vance sends her regards," the lead operative sneered, raising a non-lethal stun weapon.
Damon stepped in front of Clara, using his own body as a shield against the incoming threat without a second hesitation.
