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The metallic click of the handcuffs echoing across the sun-drenched teak deck sounded like a gunshot. / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 7 - The Final OverrideI stepped directly in front of the flickering terminal, ignoring the sweat beading on my forehead.

On the screen, General Kane’s smile widened into a predatory grin. “Go ahead, Captain. Let’s see if your hands are still as steady as they were on the battlefield. Or has marriage made you soft?”

I didn't answer him. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a complex series of command strings derived from our old military unit’s classified protocols. The countdown timer on the screen blinked aggressively: 01:45... 01:44... 01:43...

"Elena, hurry!" Mark yelled, gripping the edge of the console as the server racks began to whine with a high-pitched, deafening frequency.

"I'm in," I muttered.

I pressed my thumb against the biometric scanner embedded in the side of the keyboard. A sharp, searing pain shot up my arm as the system verified my identity—Kane had programmed the scanner to deliver a localized electrical shock to anyone attempting an override.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing to let out a sound. My eyes locked onto the retinal scanner mounted above the monitor.

"Chief, hold the light steady," I commanded through gritted teeth.

Chief Miller immediately angled his heavy tactical flashlight directly into my eyes, illuminating my pupils for the sensor.

Access Granted.

The monitor flashed green for a split second before turning blood red.

Override rejected. Secondary security protocol engaged: Self-Destruct Sequence Initiated.

"Damn it!" I cursed, slamming my fist against the desk. "He anticipated the biometric bypass. The terminal is routing the shutdown sequence directly to the primary explosive charges beneath the villa!"

Chief Miller grabbed the radio clipped to his tactical vest. "All units, fall back! Evacuate the perimeter! The entire estate is rigged to blow!"

"We don't have time to run," Mark said, his voice terrifyingly calm. He looked down at the physical maintenance hatch located directly beneath the console—a heavy, manual emergency circuit breaker that wasn't connected to Kane’s digital network. "Elena, look at the manual breaker. It's an analog kill switch!"

I saw it. An old-school, heavy-duty iron lever buried beneath a protective glass panel.

"Mark, no! If you pull that manually while the circuit is live, the electrical feedback will—"

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The last syllable of Khloe’s toast hung in the air, tasting of sour champagne and reckless vanity. Six hundred people—investors, philanthropists, board members, and society columnists—held their collective breath. They had come to celebrate the annual Founders’ Gala for Hayes Dynamics, anticipating a pleasant evening of quiet networking and charitable donations. Instead, they had just witnessed a public execution of professional etiquette.

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Before I could finish my sentence, Mark slammed his elbow through the protective glass, grabbed the heavy iron lever with both hands, and threw it downward with all his might.

A blinding flash of white light filled the bunker.

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