Chapter 22 - Receiving an anonymous late night visitor at the iron security gates bearing a terrifying warning about an impending attack on the family estate tonight here.
Midnight descended upon Westchester County, shrouding the grand mansion in a heavy layer of eerie, damp fog.
Marcus patrolled the perimeter security monitors in the basement bunker when a sudden alarm flashed red on sector four.
He grabbed his sidearm, rushing out through the service tunnel toward the towering iron gates at the edge of the property.
A hooded figure stood pressed against the cold metal bars, shivering violently in the biting autumn midnight wind.
Marcus unlocked the pedestrian wicket gate, grabbing the stranger by the collar and dragging him into the security light.
It was a former accountant from Julian's shell corporation, his eyes wild with terror and paranoia.
"Listen to me! You have to warn Mrs. Sterling! Viktor Vance's mercenaries are moving in tonight!" the man gasped frantically.
"What are you talking about? Speak clearly!" Marcus demanded, pressing the barrel of his radio against the man's chest.
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"They aren't waiting for a court battle; they're coming to seize the physical servers and burn the estate down by dawn," he cried.
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