Chapter 11 - The Zurich Connection
The digital purge of Julian Vance’s syndicate wasn’t just a financial victory; it was a declaration of total war. Within minutes of seizing his offshore capital, my security detail intercepted encrypted satellite chatter originating from the Swiss Alps. Vance wasn't hiding in a penthouse in Zurich—he was entrenched inside an Alpine fortress, surrounded by a private army of mercenaries.
Marcus slammed a dossier onto my desk in the underground bunker. "Interpol confirmed his coordinates. He’s operating out of a decommissioned Cold War bunker near St. Moritz. He still has access to offline legacy accounts we couldn't freeze digitally."
I stood up, adjusting my tactical turtleneck and buttoning a dark wool coat. "Then we don't use the digital grid. We go analog."
"Amelia, you just had a baby six months ago, and you're still recovering—" Marcus started, his face etched with professional concern.
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"Julian Vance tried to take my son's future," I interrupted, my voice dropping an octave into pure ice. "He wants a war? I'm going to deliver it to his front door."
Within twelve hours, my private Gulfstream was cutting through the midnight clouds over Europe, carrying myself, Marcus, and an elite eight-man tactical extraction unit. We weren't just going to dismantle his operation; we were going to make sure he understood that the Hayes empire could strike anywhere on Earth.
