登入Crack-clack!The loud snap of a safety harness releasing sounded like a gunshot in the shaking cabin of the transport plane. A sudden bump of turbulence slammed the plane down throwing my body off the leather seat and sending a sharp pain into my hurt left heel."Sierra! Catch!"Marcus yelled through the lit cargo bay. He jumped across the aisle, his big scarred hands reaching out to grab my jacket just before another bump could throw me against the metal frame. A heavy iron container—the anchor—broke a plastic storage bin near his boots as it slid across the metal floor."I’ve got him! I’ve got Leo!" Christian shouted from the seat.His pale face was scrunched up in a grimace of strain as he held our son tight anchoring himself to the metal frame. He pressed Leos head against his chest covering the boys ears from the noise of the engines. The green light of Leos arterial pump pulsed steadily through the gaps in his blanket casting a soothing pattern on Christians bandaged wrist."Jul
Smash!A huge piece of the boathouses burning roof fell to the ground inches from my right boot. It exploded into a shower of bright orange sparks. The heat hit my face like a blast furnace burning the hairs on my arms and filling my mouth with the taste of ash."Move! To the water! Now!" Christian yelled. His voice was cracking from the smoke as he grabbed my forearm.He pulled me forward his body leaning into the wind. His legs were shaking,. His grip on me was like iron. Every step I took felt like driving a nail through my heel. My foot hurt a lot. I clamped my jaw shut and kept going. I had to. Leo was clutched tightly against my chest."I’ve got the rear!" Deborah shouted. Her boots splashed through a puddle of mud. She was holding a gun with both hands her chest heaving under her wet jacket. Her eyes darted back and forth toward the trees. "Marcus is that grid active?!""The harbor beacons just turned red!" Marcus roared back. He was running ahead of us clearing a path through
Screeech!A rusty air vent fan shrieked above us, cutting through the dead silence in the concrete bunker like a jagged knife. At the exact same moment, the black terminal screen snapped to a furious, blinding red, splashing an unsettling, bloody glow over Christian’s hollow face."Julian, pull the plug!" I gasped, panic twisting my voice until it broke and sent my stomach plummeting."I can’t!" Julian cried out.His hands blurred desperately across the keyboard, hammering the keys like his life depended on it. Each click sounded like fireworks. Sweat dripped off his chin, pelting the console. "The terminal’s locked me out, Sierra! The master override isn’t coming from inside this room! It’s from an encrypted satellite node—an inbound data injection!"Christian’s hand clamped around my waist, hard and protective, squeezing enough to hurt. He yanked me tight to his chest, his heart pounding frantically against my back. "The asset lines aren’t dissolving… they’re redirecting. Everything
Thwack!A blinding red flare ripped through the black sky, hissing and spitting fire as it cut straight through the gray fog and smashed right into the ferry’s fuel vent.Kaboom!An explosion, impossibly loud and scorching yellow-hot, burst from the top deck. It tore steel apart like it was nothing but soaked cardboard. The shockwave thundered over the wet gravel shore—a wall of pressure so fierce it threw Marcus clear off his feet, slamming him against the side of the tipped-over medical truck.“Sierra, shield the boy!” Christian’s voice was raw, nearly shredded, as he threw his own thin body over me.He landed hard on top of us, using his bony shoulders to soak up the rain of burning junk, shards of glass, and chunks of hot metal that rained down, steaming into the cold mud. The heat was so intense it dried the icy rain on the back of my neck instantly, scorching my skin. Burnt fuel hung heavy in the air, thick and oily, clawing the breath right out of my chest.“Leo! Hold onto me!”
Splat!A thick, dark-red burst of blood splattered across the spotless ivory shoulder of Victoria King’s wool coat when the silver blade sliced through her main gray-suited guard’s throat. The poor guy didn’t even have a second to scream. He dropped into the black mud like a sack of wet stones—his fingers just let go of the iron container.“Protect the matriarch!” shouted the second guard, panic crackling in his voice as he spun his rifle upward toward the shadows in the cedar tree.But the darkness was already on the move.Christian King dropped from the low branches like some wild spirit. His face looked gaunt, almost skeletal, and those hospital-issued gray trousers were torn—soaked straight through with rain. His left wrist still had that white bandage wrapped around it, now blooming with fresh, bright blood from where he’d yanked out his own IV. His eyes were wide and glassy, completely feverish, giving him this untamed, almost crazy vibe—yet his hands were deadly. He grabbed the
Crack!A sharp, splintering noise—like a branch snapping—tore out of the black treeline on our left, right as Marcus’s grip clamped tighter around my waist. Almost at the same moment, a heavy tactical flash-bang bounced out from the soaking ferns, its metal shell sparking wildly against muddy roots, landing right between Director Vance’s marshals and Victoria King’s gray-suited detail."Get down!" Marcus shouted.He didn’t wait for me to react. He just threw every bit of his weight over me, driving me hard into the freezing, wet mud at the exact instant the grenade blew.Boom!Suddenly, the whole pine forest lit up—a blinding, white-hot flash turning every tree and shadow into some split-second nightmare of pure light. The shockwave hammered the clearing, knocking the air right out of my chest and replacing it with a piercing, metallic ring in my ears. Burnt sulfur and scorched plastic stung my nose. I started coughing, rolling onto my side, clawing blindly at the slick, black mud."S
"Stop the elevator!" I yelled, slamming my hands against the steel control panel as hard as I could.The metal doors had barely closed, but I shoved my weight against the emergency stop button. The elevator screeched to a halt between the sub-basement and the first floor, the sudden shock throwing
My fingers shook as I pulled the cold flash drive from my pocket. It caught the harsh, rhythmic glare from the red emergency light—flash, flash. For a second, it looked like a little silver heart pulsing in my bleeding hand."Sierra, don’t look at him," Christian said, his voice catching, barely ho
"Give me both," I said, my voice slicing right through the whine of the overworked generators.I didn't bother waiting for Christian to protest. I grabbed the silver flash drive from his hand and clenched the combat knife's textured hilt with my right. The cold steel was heavy—almost reassuring, so
"Out of my way!" I screamed, my voice sharp and ragged as I slammed my body against the double glass doors of the boardroom.The doors burst open with a violent crash, almost knocking me over. I didn't care. The gasps from the billionaires, the federal marshals yelling for order—none of it mattered







