Chapter 4 - The Trap at the Archive
By 3:00 a.m., the local police had removed Marcus from the hospital wing under a classified federal transport order.
I stood by Chloe’s bedside, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically as the heavy sedatives finally took full effect.
"Elena," Dr. Harrison whispered, entering the room with a secure satellite phone.
"A black SUV just pulled into the parking lot of the local archive building where you work."
Arthur knew that if I was going to hide my old intelligence files, I would keep them buried deep within the historical basement of the city database.
I kissed Chloe’s forehead, checking the secure lock on her door before turning to the doctor with a completely expressionless face.
"Watch her, Harrison," I said quietly, pulling my old tactical gloves from my leather bag.
"I have some active files I need to permanently delete."
The drive to the archive took less than ten minutes through the pouring Illinois rain.
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The building was completely dark, but the lock on the side entrance had already been neatly melted away with a chemical torch.
I stepped through the threshold, stepping over the shattered glass, my senses hyper-attuned to the faint hum of the server room in the basement.
