Chapter 8 - The Dawn of Justice
"My father wasn't foolish, Vance," I whispered, stepping forward so my shadow covered Noah. "He was smart. He knew people like you would come for his family. And he prepared for it."
Vance’s brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Instead of pulling out a drive, I reached into my pocket and pressed the panic alarm button on Marcus’s heavy tactical SUV fob, while simultaneously activating a remote distress beacon Marcus had wired to my phone app.
Outside, the SUV's horn began to blast in a deafening cadence, shattering the night silence.
Before Vance's mercenaries could react, the corrugated steel doors at the far end of the warehouse blew inward with an explosive crack. Flashbang grenades ignited in blinding white bursts and concussive booms, filling the air with thick smoke.
"FEDERAL AGENTS! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! ON THE GROUND NOW!"
Dozens of SWAT officers and federal agents from the Department of Justice, led by Marcus in his tactical gear, flooded the warehouse floor like an unstoppable wave. Marcus had alerted his contacts in the Federal Cyber Crime Taskforce the moment I called him, transmitting the coordinates of Warehouse 9.
Vance’s guards dropped their weapons immediately, raising their hands, while Vance was slammed onto the cold concrete, steel handcuffs snapping shut around his wrists.
I didn't care about Vance or the flashing blue lights. I fell to my knees beside Noah, using a tactical blade handed to me by Marcus to slice the zip-ties binding his wrists.
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"Mommy!" Noah sobbed, throwing his arms around my neck, burying his face in my shoulder.
I pulled him tight against my chest, tears finally washing away the fear and anger, kissing his hair over and over again. "You're safe, baby. You're safe now."
