Chapter 14 - The Geneva Vault
The private Gulfstream jet cut through the stormy skies above the Alps, banking sharply as it began its descent toward the private airstrip nestled beside Lake Geneva. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Julian sat rigidly by the window, clutching the encrypted satellite phone, while Elena methodically loaded a secure hardware security key into her laptop.
Sylvia stood near the small vanity mirror in the cabin's private washroom, inspecting the fading bruises on her face. The cuts on her cheek had scabbed over, and the dark purple swelling around her left eye had settled into a dull yellow-green tone. She wore a fresh black tactical turtleneck and dark cargo trousers, having discarded the bloodied white tank top hours ago, but she still wore the gold "SV" pendant around her neck. She twisted the pendant one final time, listening to the tiny mechanical click that confirmed the micro-SD card was securely locked inside.
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