Chapter 4: The Extraction
"You were always the sentimental one, Elara," Marcus sneered, his hand hovering over a pistol at his hip. "You could have lived a life of luxury with your inheritance. Instead, you had to play detective."
Elara didn't retreat. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. "You’re right, Marcus. I am sentimental. That’s why I decided to livestream this."
The facility’s main screens, used for tracking logistics, flickered to life. The view wasn't of warehouse schedules. It was a live feed of Marcus, broadcasting to every news network in New York and the major shareholders of Sterling Corp.
"I sent the signal to the networks five minutes ago," she said, her voice steady. "They’re watching, Marcus. And so are the Feds. Look at the entrance."
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The sound of sirens—not the distant ones, but a swarm of them—erupted outside. Dozens of police cruisers and FBI vehicles barreled through the fence. Marcus’s goons dropped their weapons instantly, the threat of life imprisonment for kidnapping and attempted murder finally overcoming their loyalty to a paycheck.
Marcus didn't even have time to scream before the tactical teams tackled him to the ground. Elara wrapped her arms around Julian, the cold of the rain replaced by the warmth of a life restored.
