Chapter 8: The Gala Ambush
Chapter 8: The Gala Ambush
Regina and Vance bolted for the penthouse elevator, but the digital display was dead. They took the emergency stairwell, descending sixty flights in grueling, silent panic.
When they reached the subterranean parking garage, the silence was shattered by the roar of engines. Two black SUVs peeled out from the shadows, blocking their armored town car.
"Get back!" Vance yelled, drawing a suppressed tactical pistol from his jacket.
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Doors flew open. Figures clad in black tactical gear and wearing masks resembling shattered porcelain dolls poured out. But they weren't holding guns; they were holding high-powered strobe lights and cameras.
It was a paparazzi ambush, but weaponized. The blinding flashes disoriented Vance, causing him to misfire, the bullet sparking off a concrete pillar. Regina covered her eyes, stumbling blindly as the mob swarmed them, shouting questions about offshore accounts and cartel ties. The data had already been leaked to the underground press. The hunt was on.
