Chapter 19 - The Trap at the WaterfrontWithout wasting a single second, I gave the order.
"Miller, assemble the tactical security detail. Full gear. We're going to the waterfront."
Emily stepped in front of me, her eyes burning with fierce determination. "I'm coming with you."
"No," I said instantly, shaking my head firmly. "It's too dangerous. This isn't a boardroom dispute anymore. This is war."
"And you think leaving me and Zion unprotected back at the mansion while you hunt down a shadow syndicate is safer?" Emily challenged, her voice ringing with absolute authority. "Marcus, they know where we live. If I'm with you, I can watch your back. If I'm miles away, I'm a sitting duck."
She was right. Leaving her behind exposed her to whatever trap they had laid.
"Fine," I relented, handing her a secure encrypted radio handset. "Stay right behind me, and don't move an inch away from Miller."
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Within twenty minutes, a convoy of three matte-black armored SUVs sped through the rain-slicked streets of Chicago, heading toward the rotting piers of the industrial harbor.
The warehouse sat under a blanket of heavy fog, dark and silent, looking like a concrete tomb waiting to swallow us whole.
