Chapter 7 - The Trojan Horse OperationThe financial clearinghouse on the forty-second floor of the Sterling Tower looked like any legitimate corporate office: glass walls, minimalist furniture, and stressed interns carrying oversized cups of coffee.
At 2:00 AM, the security guards in the basement monitoring station blinked sleepily at their glowing monitors.
Suddenly, every screen on the security wall flickered, turning pitch black before displaying a single, chilling image: the silhouette of a dog’s head against a blood-red backdrop.
Before the head of security could reach for his panic button, the smart-locking system across the entire building hissed. Every heavy steel fire door slammed shut simultaneously, sealing the building into isolated concrete vaults.
Inside the executive boardroom on the top floor, three high-ranking European delegates from the Geneva council sat in stunned silence as the smart-glass windows instantly frosted over into opaque privacy shields.
The heavy oak double doors swung open.
Tony walked in, flanked by Sal and two armed men. But it was the creature walking calmly beside him that made the lead European delegate drop his fountain pen.
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Bruno walked with a steady, unyielding stride, his eyes locked directly on the terrified executives. He didn't bark. He didn't snarl. He simply moved like a predator entering a room full of trapped sheep.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Tony said smoothly, pulling out a chair and sitting down directly across from the lead delegate. "I understand you were looking for me?"
