Chapter 9
The deep voice on the satellite line paused for two agonizing seconds before replying.
"Maya Vance, stay exactly where you are," the voice instructed with absolute, chilling authority.
"A extraction team is five minutes from your location in a black helicopter."
"Who are you?" Maya demanded, crouching down behind a thick concrete barrier near the highway.
"I am General Thomas Vance—your grandfather's brother," the voice revealed smoothly.
"And it's time you learned the true history of the family you are trying to protect."
Ten minutes later, a heavy twin-rotor helicopter descended out of the dark clouds without any landing lights.
The side door slid open, and two heavily armed men in unmarked tactical gear lowered a rescue harness.
Maya strapped herself into the harness, her heart pounding violently against her ribs as she was lifted into the sky.
As the helicopter pulled away from the airfield, Maya looked down through the open door.
Below, three luxury black SUVs surrounded the private jet, their headlights cutting through the mist.
Standing near the runway wing was a tall, silver-haired man in an expensive wool coat—her father, Victor Vance.
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He looked up toward the helicopter, his face illuminated by the harsh spotlight, a cold smile on his lips.
Maya gripped the steel frame of her seat, her eyes burning with pure, unyielding hatred.
