Chapter 9: The Siege of St. Jude’s**
Under the cover of heavy midnight rain, a black transport helicopter touched down in an abandoned field half a mile from the St. Jude Bio-Research facility. The fortress-like clinic was guarded by private mercenaries wearing Sterling security uniforms.
Julian, dressed in dark tactical clothing and moving with steady, powerful strides, led Marcus and a four-man tactical team toward the perimeter fence.
“Sensors are down on the west wing,” Marcus whispered, holding an electronic jammer.
They breached the security doors with surgical precision. Julian moved through the sterile white hallways with absolute focus. When two armed guards turned the corridor, Julian neutralized the first with a swift disarm and takedown, while Marcus handled the second.
Every step Julian took was a testament to his miraculous recovery. His body felt lighter, driven by a father’s protective rage.
They reached the high-security sub-basement labeled *Neural Storage*.
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Behind reinforced glass lay a series of medical pods. Inside the central chamber, connected to monitors and intravenous drips, lay Clara.
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