Chapter 11 - Interrogating a captured cartel mercenary inside a secure basement vault to expose the criminal mastermind behind the attacks today.
In the reinforced basement vault of the estate, the lead cartel operative sat zip-tied to a steel chair under bright white overhead LED lights.
Luka stood over him, holding an encrypted satellite phone recovered from the operative's tactical vest during the midnight firefight.
"Who ordered the hit on the Sterling convoy tonight?" Luka asked, his voice steady, low, and laced with absolute, terrifying military authority.
The operative spat blood onto the concrete floor, laughing mockingly up at the soldier standing before him in the sterile shadows.
"You're too late, Moretti... Rostov already owns half the judges in New York City; you can't protect the girl forever," the operative sneered.
Maya walked into the vault wearing a black leather jacket, holding a digital tablet displaying live global banking tracking data.
"Rostov's private yacht was just seized by Interpol off the coast of Miami, and his bank accounts in Zurich are zeroed out," Maya revealed coldly.
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The operative's arrogant smirk vanished instantly as he realized the woman he was sent to eliminate had completely ruined his employer's global empire.
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