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Chapter 49 - The Icebreaker Under Siege

*WARNING: TORPEDO IMPACT IN TWO MINUTES.*

The bulkhead behind us shook violently as Christian's men ignited a heavy-duty plasma torch against the hinges of the blast door. A blinding white line of heat began to slice through the four-inch armor plate like a hot knife through butter.

"Victoria," Sofia said, checking her magazine. "I have seven rounds left. When that door gives, I can buy you thirty seconds. That's all you get."

"No," I said, my mind racing through every financial transaction, every corporate structure, every legal loophole I had exploited over the last six months to destroy Alexander and dismantle his mistress.

I looked at Marcus Vance. I looked at this ancient, megalomaniacal phantom who had spent twenty years manipulating my entire existence like a game of chess.

"You made a mistake, Marcus," I said, stepping toward the console.

The old man frowned, blood dripping from his chin onto his immaculate silk tie. "What mistake?"

"You assumed that because you bred me, I would think like you," I whispered.

I didn't place the infant's hand on the scanner.

Instead, I pulled the titanium flash drive from my coat—the drive Marcus had left in Geneva—and jammed it directly into the master override port on the reactor console.

The holographic displays instantly turned from amber to blood-red.

*UNAUTHORIZED SYSTEM INJECTION DETECTED.*

*OVERRIDING SOVEREIGN PROTOCOL.*

"What are you doing?!" Marcus shrieked, lunging toward me with clawed hands.

Sofia stepped forward, slamming the butt of her Glock directly across Marcus’s jaw. The old man collapsed onto the metal catwalk with a sickening thud, his silver pistol clattering across the grating and falling into the blue glow of the reactor pool below.

"I didn't spend three days auditing your dummy corporations in Singapore just to admire your balance sheets," I said to the groaning old man on the deck. "I found the killswitch you built to destroy your partners. But I also found the mirror protocol."

I tapped the screen rapidly, entering the twelve-digit hexadecimal cipher I had memorized from my grandmother’s hidden ledger in Zurich.

"Instead of hoarding the three trillion in physical vaults," I said, staring into the biometric camera above the screen, "I'm releasing the GPS coordinates, the security clearance codes, and the ownership deeds of all ninety-two deep-bunker vaults directly to Interpol, the International Criminal Court, and the public domain."

*PROTOCOL EXECUTING: OPEN SOURCE SOVEREIGN DISCLOSURE.*

*TRANSMITTING VIA SECURE MILITARY SATELLITE.*