Chapter 13 - THE ARRIVAL OF THE CAPTIVE
Suddenly, the heavy doors of the surgical suite flew open as federal agents dragged a handcuffed Mark inside.
Mark’s face was bruised from the takedown, his expensive jacket torn, but his eyes burned with malicious triumph.
"You arrogant fools! You're going to kill her because you couldn't mind your own business!" Mark laughed maniacally.
Agent Miller shoved Mark against the stainless steel wall, pressing a cold pistol barrel against his cheek.
"Give us the override code right now, Mark, or I swear I'll let the surgeon finish what he started," Miller threatened.
Mark glared at his terrified wife and whimpering daughter with absolute, monstrous coldness.
"She was never my real daughter anyway—just an insurance policy for my offshore accounts," Mark spat out viciously.
The Mother gasped, the final illusion of her marriage shattering into a million pieces of burning agony.
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"The code, Mark. Now!" the Doctor demanded, keeping the micro-laser locked inches from the pulsing core.
Mark smirked, whispering a string of alphanumeric characters that sent a chill through everyone in the room.
