Chapter 13 - The RescueInside the freezing storage unit, bound tightly to a steel chair with industrial zip ties, sat Arthur Vance.
His face was bruised, his clothes stained and rumpled, and his head slumped forward in exhaustion.
"Dad!" Elena cried out, dropping her pad and rushing across the room.
She fell to her knees beside him, frantically tearing at the zip ties with her bare hands. Dante stepped in, pulling a tactical knife from his belt and slicing the plastic bindings in a single fluid motion.
Arthur blinked sluggishly against the harsh overhead light, looking up with cloudy, disbelieving eyes. "Elena? ... My God, what are you doing here? It's a trap..."
"We got you, Mr. Vance," Dante said firmly, lifting the older man up and supporting his weight. "Marcus, secure the perimeter. We're getting out of here now."
Before Marcus could reach the doorway, heavy footsteps echoed down the concrete corridor.
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"Well, well, well," a harsh, mocking voice sneered from the shadows.
Stepping into the vault doorway was Marco Varga himself, flanked by six armed enforcers holding assault rifles aimed directly at their heads.
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