Chapter 12
The black private helicopter circled low over the dense forests of rural Virginia under the cover of a moonless night. Federal tactical operators from the Vance security detail checked their night-vision goggles and suppressed assault rifles.
Below them sat an isolated, heavily fortified concrete bunker disguised as an abandoned Cold War communications facility. The helicopter touched down in a muddy clearing three miles away to avoid radar detection by Julian's perimeter sensors.
Chloe led the tactical team on foot through the damp, muddy underbrush, her movements silent and disciplined. Her white button-down shirt and black tactical pants blended seamlessly into the dark forest shadows.
They reached the perimeter fence, where high-voltage razor wire and motion-sensor cameras guarded the bunker's entrance. The lead tactical operator cut through the electronic fence wiring with industrial hydraulic shears in under ten seconds.
They slipped inside the compound undetected, moving with ruthless military precision down the concrete stairwell. Julian Vance sat inside the central control room, surrounded by glowing server racks and bank terminal monitors.
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He was typing furiously on his mechanical keyboard, attempting to wipe Vance Global’s international banking reserves. "Three more minutes and their entire empire goes up in digital smoke," Julian muttered to himself with arrogant glee.
The heavy steel door of the control room was suddenly kicked off its reinforced hinges with a deafening crash.
