In the underground bunker, time seemed to freeze. Alex stared at his mother, his mind struggling to process DuPont's words."Sister?"he repeated, looking between Geneva and Marcel DuPont. "He's your brother?"Geneva's posture remained rigid as she faced her sibling. "Half-brother. Same father, different ambitions.""You always did have a flair for understatement," DuPont remarked, stepping fully into the bunker with Elisabeth close behind. His security team remained at the threshold, weapons ready but not raised. "Twenty years of hiding, and that's your greeting?""What would you prefer?" Geneva asked coldly. "A family reunion dinner to celebrate how you've corrupted our father's research?"Sonia moved closer to Alex, feeling his body tense beside her. She slipped her hand into his, a silent reminder of their vow to face everything together."Our father," DuPont corrected, walking casually toward the laboratory equipment, "created Project Lazarus to heal broken minds. You and your hus
The helicopter swayed violently as lightning split the sky. Alex clutched the silver locket in his palm—physical proof of the mother he'd believed dead for two decades but who had apparently been working from the shadows all along."I choose us," Sonia said suddenly, her voice carrying over the storm as she gripped Alex's hand. "Whatever truth awaits, we face it together."Relief flooded Alex's features. He turned to James and nodded. "Get us out of here."One by one, they were hoisted into the helicopter—Franco first, then Sonia, Alex, and finally David. James climbed the ladder with practiced efficiency as their lifeboat disappeared beneath the churning waves.Inside the helicopter's cabin, Franco immediately moved to the cockpit, conferring urgently with the pilot. Sonia watched her father—this stranger who had abandoned them yet claimed it was for protection—with a turbulent mixture of rage and longing."So Geneva's been working against Project Lazarus all this time?" Alex asked,
The yacht sliced through the Mediterranean darkness, waves crashing against its hull as they put distance between themselves and Monaco. Sonia stood at the stern, eyes fixed on the receding coastline where she'd glimpsed her father—a ghost made flesh after decades of absence."I need answers," she whispered as Alex joined her. "Years believing he was dead while he watched from the shadows."Alex wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We'll find him. But first, we need to ensure DuPont and James don't find us."Below deck, David worked feverishly to disable the yacht's tracking systems. "Standard transponders are offline," he reported when they joined him. "But we should assume they have other methods to locate us."Sonia spread the salvaged documents across the cabin table—fragments of Project Lazarus, a technological breakthrough that had apparently driven both her father into hiding and Carlos Rodriguez to his grave."There's a connection between my father's disappearance and Carlos'
The safe house on the outskirts of Monaco was modest compared to the Rodriguez villa—a three-bedroom apartment in a nondescript building overlooking the Mediterranean. James had arranged it years ago as a contingency, its existence known only to Alex and a few trusted associates."Satellite uplink is established," David announced, hunched over a laptop at the dining table. "We're secure for now, but I'd recommend moving again in twelve hours."Sonia stood at the window, the file clutched to her chest as she stared unseeing at the darkening horizon. The revelation about her father—a double agent working for Carlos Rodriguez while embedded in DuPont's organization—had upended everything she believed about her past."How long?" she asked without turning. "How long have you known?"Alex approached slowly, careful to give her space. "I just found out from these files, same as you. I had no idea your father worked for mine."She turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "But you suspected
The ventilation shaft was narrower than it appeared—a tight metal tunnel never meant for human passage. Sonia pulled herself forward on elbows and knees, the file clutched awkwardly against her chest, the cool metal chilling her skin through her torn clothes."Keep moving," Alex whispered urgently from behind her. "They'll have the building's security grid activated by now."The sounds of pursuit echoed below—Elisabeth's controlled commands punctuated by DuPont's more colorful French expletives. Bank security alarms wailed distantly, suggesting the entire building was now in lockdown."Left at the next junction," Alex directed. "It should lead to the maintenance corridor."Sonia's mind raced as fast as her heartbeat. The file labeled "MARTINEZ INCIDENT" contained something significant about her father—not his death as she'd mistakenly thought in the moment of panic, but something else. Something Carlos Rodriguez had considered important enough to keep in his most secure vault.The jun
Monaco Central Bank rose before them, its Belle Époque façade gleaming in the afternoon sun. To casual observers, the ornate building represented stability and discretion—the twin pillars of banking in the principality. To Alex and Sonia, it represented something far more personal: salvation or destruction."Security cameras on all entrances," David noted quietly as he parked the sedan on Avenue des Spélugues. "Standard protocols indicate a ninety-second facial recognition scan before vault access."James checked his watch. "Bank closes to the public in two hours. Private vault access ends thirty minutes later."Alex's eyes remained fixed on the building's entrance. "We'll need privacy. No bank employees, no witnesses.""And how exactly do we manage that?" Sonia asked.The corner of Alex's mouth lifted slightly. "By using the Rodriguez name while it still carries weight."As they exited the vehicle, Sonia felt exposed. Somewhere in this city, Elisabeth was regrouping, possibly mobiliz