Chapter 14
The concussive blast of the breach charge blew the reinforced steel doors completely off their hinges, sending a thick cloud of gray dust and concrete shrapnel rolling across the sub-level archive floor. Through the swirling smoke, a dozen federal tactical agents in full riot gear surged into the room, their assault rifles raised and laser sights painting red dots across the walls, the server racks, and the stunned faces of everyone inside.
"Federal agents! Drop your weapons! Nobody move!" the lead tactical commander bellowed, his voice echoing authoritatively off the concrete ceiling.
Eleanor’s fingers went limp. The small silver revolver slipped from her grasp, clattering loudly against the concrete floor before sliding a few feet away. She raised her hands slowly, staring blankly at the tactical officers as they swarmed forward, pinning her gently against the server rack and securing her wrists with heavy plastic zip-ties.
Another team of agents rushed toward Charles Vance, who was groaning in pain, clutching his bleeding shoulder. A medic knelt beside him instantly, tearing open a trauma kit to stem the blood flow.
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