“Adrian,” she murmured, her fingers digging into my arm. “The terminal… Caleb… he has the keys to the Swiss ledger.”

“Do not talk, Clara,” I said, my boots splashing through a puddle of standing water. “We are getting out.”

“He knows about the vault,” she whispered. “He knew before today.”

I stopped for a fraction of a second, my chest tightening.

“Marcus,” I called out. “Is the south corridor clear?”

“Clear for fifty yards,” Marcus shouted back. “But the heavy iron gate at the end is locked. The power loss dropped the magnetic deadbolts.”

“Use the manual release,” I said, pushing past him to let Daniel fall back. “Nora, stay behind Marcus.”

Nora nodded, her face pale under the dust.

The floor beneath us vibrated as another explosion echoed from the upper floors of the house.

They were breaching the main hall now.

Caleb’s mercenaries were not just trying to capture us; they were destroying the estate.

“They have thermal scopes,” Daniel warned, running backward while keeping his weapon raised. “They can see us through the timber doors.”