The Retired Operative Who Shattered a Corrupt Dynasty to Save His Daughter
“Do it now.”
I did not wait for their reply.
I turned and walked out of the library, leaving them in the dim light of the fireplace.
The siren continued to wail through the corridors of the mansion.
I looked down at the satellite phone in my hand.
I pressed the power button, and the screen illuminated with a faint blue glow.
I began to dial the ten-digit secure number.
I needed to reach the Colonel before the helicopter took off.
I needed to stop Ryan before he took Emily out of my reach forever.
My boots clicked against the stone tiles as I headed toward the back stairs.
The phone began to ring in my ear.
A low, mechanical hum sounded on the line, indicating the encryption was locking in.
I paused near a large window overlooking the rear courtyard.
Down below, the helicopter’s searchlight swept across the wet grass.
Two men in dark tactical gear were escorting a struggling figure toward the landing pad.
It was Emily.
Her yellow raincoat was stained with mud.
Ryan was walking behind her, pushing her forward by her shoulders.