Chapter 8 - THE TRAPBefore I could move, the warehouse floor exploded in light. Laser sights danced across the walls. The "federal" agents were here.

"They were following you," Marcus whispered, his face falling. "They wanted the meeting."
He grabbed a heavy metal cylinder from his vest and slammed it onto the server racks. "Run, Adrian! Take the boy! I’ll draw them off!"
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"No, we go together!"
"I can't!" Marcus shouted. "I’m already gone!"