All Chapters of I Was Framed For A Murder I Didn't Commit : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

​The steel hull of the maintenance boat scraped against the launch bay's buffer tires as the automated gate slammed shut behind them, sealing out the black ocean.​Vivian didn't wait for the water to drain completely from the airlock floor. She vaulted over the side of the boat, her boots splashing into the ankle-deep runoff, and ran straight down the central corridor toward the main command hub. Julian followed a half-step behind, his boots heavy, his breath rattling in his chest but his grip on his rifle unyielding.​On the master console, the tactical overlay was a web of flashing green lines overlaid with three large, red circular zones. The Cross Family Syndicate's heavy hover-transports were shifting positions directly above their heads, anchoring themselves against the submerged remains of the transit yard's concrete walls.​"They're deploying the heavy ballast rigs," Julian said, his voice dropping into a harsh rasp as he leaned over the main interface. He didn't use his right

​The long-range radar display on the central command terminal did not flash red. Instead, it pulsed with a cold, blinding white light—the specific signature of military-grade, high-tier transponders issued only to the sovereign executors of the Inner Dome.​"A Class-1 vanguard dreadnought," Julian muttered, his left hand leaning heavily against the steel rim of the console as his eyes tracked the massive blip moving toward Sector 4. "That isn't Silas's cleanup crew. And it isn't an amphibious barge. That’s the Vindicator. It belongs directly to the Inner Council’s Enforcement Division."​Vivian’s fingers immediately froze over the defensive diagnostic grid. Her golden finger memories flared up with sharp, geometric clarity. In her past life, the Inner Council didn't deploy their heavy dreadnoughts into the flooded lowlands for simple salvage operations. They only moved when an anomaly of global strategic value was detected.​"They aren't here to support Silas," Vivian said, her voice d

​The heavy-duty transit rig roared to life in the bunker’s dry dock, its armored chassis vibrating with the raw torque of a twin-hybrid core. Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak.​Vivian adjusted the collar of her sleek, charcoal-gray logistics uniform. It was a flawless replica of a high-tier Kane Group executive outfit, complete with the gold-threaded lapel pins that signified uninhibited trade clearance. At her hip sat her compact, suppressed sidearm, hidden beneath the folds of the tailored fabric.​Beside her in the driver’s seat, Julian looked like an absolute lord of the wastes. He had traded his torn tactical vest for a crisp, high-collared black trench coat bearing a muted, unbranded iron plate over his wounded right shoulder. His dark hair was swept back, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the deep shadows beneat

The transit rig pulled up to the perimeter of the Elite Medical Academy just as the white titanium blast doors began to slide shut.​The piercing wail of the emergency klaxon vibrated through the crisp, climate-controlled air of the upper dome, accompanied by a flashing amber strobe that bathed the sterile white glass spire in an ominous glow. Security drones—sleek, quad-rotor discs armed with non-lethal stun-dart arrays—were already swarming the lower plazas, forcing the high-society elite to evacuate into armored transport tubes.​"They're locking down the upper tiers," Vivian said, her fingers flying over her wrist display to cross-reference the building's structural schematics with her future memories. "The security protocols down here are automated. If those blast doors seal completely, even Garrett's executive signature won't be enough to override the primary quarantine from the outside."​Julian didn't hesitate. He slammed his foot onto the accelerator.​The heavy-duty transpor

​The vertical chasm roared like a living beast, a pitch-black abyss tearing straight through the concrete foundation of the upper medical academy. Four hundred feet below, the high-velocity torrent of the Inner Dome's primary gray-water line surged toward the lowlands, its distant thunder shaking the very floorboards beneath Vivian’s boots.​"The enforcement vanguard is breaking through!" Julian’s voice cut through the localized deafening noise. He fired a final, heavy three-round burst down the dust-choked corridor, the high-caliber rounds shattering the glass partitions and forcing the chrome-plated soldiers to stall their advance behind their thermal energy shields. He spun on his heel, his large frame instantly filling the gap as he grabbed Vivian’s waist and hauled her back toward the edge of the pit. "We jump now, Vance!"​"Evelyn, lock the capsule seals!" Vivian commanded, her blue eyes flashing with cold determination.​Evelyn didn't hesitate. She threw herself into the passen