Chapter 6 - The Sabotaged Convoy
Outside the mansion, the wind picked up sharply, swirling autumn leaves across the fleet of black luxury SUVs.
One of the dark-suited drivers stepped out of his vehicle, speaking urgently into a satellite radio.
“Sir, we have an unauthorized vehicle approaching the main gate at high speed!” the driver reported into his mic.
Inside the foyer, Vivian heard the tires screeching on the gravel driveway outside.
She immediately handed her two daughters to Harrison, her military instincts taking over in a fraction of a second.
“Keep the girls inside the vault room,” Vivian commanded, pulling a compact service pistol from her inner uniform jacket.
Arthur walked to the glass doors, watching a red sports car burst through the iron perimeter gates.
The red car spun out on the driveway, its door flying open as a man in a rumpled designer suit stumbled out.
It was Julian Sterling, Victoria’s youngest brother and the chief financial officer of Sterling Defense.
“Victoria! Burn the files!” Julian screamed over the roar of the wind. “The FBI just raided the Manhattan office!”
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Vivian stepped onto the marble porch, raising her weapon with absolute, cold precision.
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