Chapter 7 - The Stand-Off On The Heliport
Elena moved with lightning speed, striking Miller’s wrist with the dark mahogany box before he could raise his weapon.
The recording device smashed onto the steel floor as Miller stumbled backward into a row of server racks.
Elena sprinted out of the server room, racing up the concrete stairwell toward the resort's rooftop helipad.
The heavy steel door burst open into the bright Florida heat, the roaring blades of a waiting helicopter whipping her hair.
Standing beside the open door of the twin-engine helicopter was Senator Richard Vance, wearing a tailored navy suit.
He held a silver cane in his right hand, his silver hair immaculate despite the high wind generated by the rotor blades.
"You always were too much like your mother, Elena," Senator Vance called out over the deafening thunder of the engines.
"Stubborn, idealistic, and completely blind to the realities of power in this country."
Elena stepped onto the landing pad, her barefoot soles burning against the sun-baked concrete surface.
"You tried to kill me, Dad," Elena shouted back, holding the mahogany box firmly against her ribs.
"I tried to protect the institution, Elena!" Vance countered, his face hardening with cold, political authority.
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"That drive contains records that would compromise our national security infrastructure across five continents!"
"It contains records of your greed!" Elena shouted back, taking a cautious step toward the edge of the roof.
