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Chapter 778: The Inner Circle
By two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, the sky had cleared slightly, leaving a crisp, cold breeze blowing across the grounds of Senator Jonathan Princeton’s private estate on the outskirts of the city.The media circus remained blocked at the heavy iron front gates half a mile away. Inside the estate’s spacious, wood-paneled library, a rare quiet had finally descended. The immediate federal emergency had paused; Agent Martinez had called thirty minutes earlier to confirm that the preliminary digital forensics on Ana’s storage drive matched the server signatures, effectively freezing all enforcement actions against the Senator and his daughter.Ellen sat on the large leather sofa in front of the unlit stone fireplace. Her father sat beside her, his long legs crossed, looking far older than his years. Ellen held both of her father's hands tightly in her own, her eyes soft with emotion as she looked at him."It is over, Dad," Ellen whispered gently. "The FBI has suspended the warrant. James
Chapter 777: Crossfire in the Dark
"Down!" James shouted.Before the echoes of the high-velocity rifle shot could fade, Gregor moved like a freight train. He lunged forward, grabbing Arthur Vance by the collar of his suit jacket, and dragged the screaming attorney bodily behind the thick concrete support pillar just as a third bullet slammed into the ground where Vance had been sitting.James dropped low to the oily floor, reaching behind his back to draw his concealed sidearm. The garage echoed with the deafening roar of the dark van's engine as it accelerated down the main driving lane.Through the tinted windshield of the approaching vehicle, James could see the dim silhouette of two men wearing tactical balaclavas. A passenger window slid down, and the sleek barrel of a suppressed automatic rifle extended into the air."Cover!" James commanded.Gregor pulled his own weapon, leaning out from behind the pillar and firing three rapid, precise suppressive shots into the van's radiator grille. White steam burst from und
Chapter 776: The Trap Closes
The heavy metal door of the fire exit clicked shut, the sound echoing through the bustling lobby like a dull gunshot.James did not hesitate. He raised his left hand to his collar, pressing the hidden microphone beneath his lapel. "Gregor, subject is moving into the south stairwell. Descending. Set a perimeter in the subterranean garage immediately.""Copy that, boss," Gregor’s gravelly voice rasped through the ear comm. "Moving to block the lower exits now."James moved past the distracted FBI agents, ducking around a stack of cardboard storage boxes, and pushed through the same fire exit door. The concrete stairwell was cold and smelled faintly of stale damp air and industrial cleaner. The rapid, hollow thud of leather shoes echoed from several flights below.James moved down the stairs with fast, silent steps, taking three steps at a time without making a sound.On the landing of the second basement level, Arthur Vance was panting heavily. He pulled the small black burner phone fro
Chapter 775: The Storm at Headquarters
Sunday morning arrived with a cold gray pallor that hung low over the city skyline. Inside Ellen Princeton’s high-rise penthouse, the quiet calm of dawn shattered the moment James Wane’s phone vibrated violently against the granite kitchen counter. Agent Miller’s voice crackled through the speaker, breathless and tense, reporting an immediate FBI tactical sweep already underway at Senator Jonathan Princeton’s downtown campaign headquarters.Ellen stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass, her hands trembling as she adjusted the collar of her wool coat. Her face was pale, but her eyes snapped toward James with fierce resolve."I am going with you," Ellen said, her voice tight but unwavering. "He is my father, James. If federal agents are pulling apart his life’s work on a Sunday morning, I will not sit in this apartment and watch it happen on the news."James looked at her for a long moment, reading the terror and determination warring inside her chest. He walked over, placed his large han
Chapter 775: The Storm at Headquarters
Sunday morning arrived with a cold gray pallor that hung low over the city skyline. Inside Ellen Princeton’s high-rise penthouse, the quiet calm of dawn shattered the moment James Wane’s phone vibrated violently against the granite kitchen counter. Agent Miller’s voice crackled through the speaker, breathless and tense, reporting an immediate FBI tactical sweep already underway at Senator Jonathan Princeton’s downtown campaign headquarters.Ellen stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass, her hands trembling as she adjusted the collar of her wool coat. Her face was pale, but her eyes snapped toward James with fierce resolve."I am going with you," Ellen said, her voice tight but unwavering. "He is my father, James. If federal agents are pulling apart his life’s work on a Sunday morning, I will not sit in this apartment and watch it happen on the news."James looked at her for a long moment, reading the terror and determination warring inside her chest. He walked over, placed his large han
Chapter 774: Fractured Trust
The Sunday morning sun was breaking over the horizon, casting a warm golden light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Ellen Princeton’s penthouse apartment. The smell of fresh coffee and roasted hazelnut filled the open-concept kitchen. Ellen stood near the marble island, wearing a comfortable oversized sweater, her hair pinned up in a loose knot as she poured coffee into two mugs.When the front door chime rang, she set the pot down and walked over to open it. A bright, happy smile lit up her face as soon as she saw James standing in the hallway."You're early!" Ellen exclaimed softly, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his neck. "I thought you had morning meetings with the legal board."James held her close, pressing his face into the soft crook of her neck. He breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of her perfume, but his mind was screaming. His arms tightened around her a fraction of a second longer than usual, a physical reaction to the heavy ache radiating through
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