Chapter 29 - The Standoff
Caleb didn't flinch, recognizing the tactical training and posture of private security operatives working for the political syndicate.
"You're not federal agents. Step aside before I call real marshals to lock you up," Caleb warned, his voice ringing with authority.
The operatives lunged forward to grab Eleanor's arm, but Caleb countered instantly, sweeping the first operative's legs onto the marble floor.
The second operative drew a small tactical baton, but Eleanor grabbed a heavy brass luggage cart, shoving it hard into his knees.
Amid the sudden commotion, commuters scattered in panic as security guards rushed toward platform 32 from the main concourse.
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"Run, Eleanor!" Caleb shouted, grabbing her hand as they sprinted down the stairs toward the dark train tunnels.
They escaped into the labyrinth of underground service corridors just as flashlight beams swept across the platform stairs.
