Chapter 6 - The Unraveling
Panicked gasps filled the room as bank account numbers, illegal cargo manifests, offshore shell accounts, and wire transfer logs began streaming across the giant screens.
"What did you do?!" Marcus screamed, turning toward the stage in horror.
"While you were busy staring at my dress," Lyra said calmly, pointing to her obsidian pendant, "the short-range quantum transmitter in my necklace synced with your suit's encrypted keycard when I walked past your guard at the entrance. My code cleared your security wall three minutes ago."
Phones began ringing simultaneously across the ballroom. Corporate board members, politicians, and high-ranking officials pulled out their devices, watching as federal warrants were automatically generated and dispatched by the Department of Justice based on the live data stream.
Viktor Reznikov’s face transformed into an expression of pure, icy fury. He looked at Marcus, then down at his own tablet. "You brought the feds to my doorstep, Vance. You promised me an ironclad company."
"Viktor, wait! I can explain!" Marcus pleaded, backing away.
"You lied to me," Reznikov said coldly. He turned to his men. "We're leaving. And leave Mr. Vance to his fate."
"Nobody moves," Dante’s deep voice cut through the chaos.
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At that moment, the double doors at the rear of the hall blew open, and federal agents flanked by Dante’s tactical team poured into the room, their weapons raised.
"Marcus Vance! You are under arrest for treason, corporate fraud, murder, and conspiracy!" an FBI director announced through a megaphone.
