Chapter 13 - The Dead-Man’s Switch
The simultaneous chiming of dozens of secure tactical communicators created an eerie, digital chord that cut through the lingering echoes of the gunshots. The federal captain cursed sharply, pulling his encrypted tablet from his tactical vest and swiping furiously at the screen.
"Report!" the captain barked into his shoulder mic, his face draining of color as he read the incoming data stream. "Give me status on the media blockades!"
"Sir, we have a breach," a panicked voice crackled through the radio static. "An automated encrypted burst just went live to every major news syndicate in New York, London, and Zurich. It’s the entire financial portfolio, asset list, and classified operational files of the Vance syndicate."
Julian let out a sharp, dark laugh from where he stood handcuffed between two guards near the cruiser. "I told you," he sneered, blood fleaking his lip. "The dead-man's switch was automated the second Eleanor’s biometric pulse flatlined. The moment she died, the whole rotten empire went public."
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