Chapter 13
Through the torrential rain outside, a heavy armored SUV ploughed straight through the mahogany front doors of the mansion.
The vehicle smashed into the grand foyer, its tires screeching against the polished marble floor.
The driver's door swung open, and Maya stepped out into the smoke, holding a tactical glass-breaker.
She wore a dark tactical vest over her olive green hoodie, her light brown hair tied back tightly.
Three private security guards rushed into the foyer, raising their submachine guns toward her.
Before they could acquire their targets, flashbang grenades rained down from the shattered skylights above.
Blinding white light and thunderous concussive blasts incapacitated the guards instantly, dropping them to the marble floor.
Four tactical operatives rappelled down from the roof, securing the lower foyer in five seconds flat.
Maya marched through the lingering smoke, her combat boots clicking sharply against the stone.
She walked straight up the grand staircase toward her father's private study on the second floor.
She reached the heavy double doors, kicking them open with a sharp, decisive strike.
Inside, Victor stood behind his desk, holding a compact handgun pointed directly at her chest.
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"Stop right there, Maya," Victor commanded, his voice cold and devoid of any paternal warmth.
"Give me the drive, or your friend Marcus dies right here."
