Si nous y parvenons, leurs noms et leurs biens seront diffusés à tous les services de police, journalistes indépendants et plateformes d’échange public de la planète.
Emma looked down at the satellite drive.
Its blue light had stabilized into a rhythmic, steady pulse, like a mechanical heartbeat.
“How do we get from the freight tunnels into the vault without triggering the building’s automated lockdown?”
Vincent smiled faintly, a dangerous, calculating expression that Emma had seen only when he dismantled his corporate enemies.
“The Board of Trade sits on land originally deeded to the Moretti Construction Trust in 1928.
My great-grandfather insisted on an escape hatch connecting the primary vault to the municipal water conduits in case of another Great Fire.
That hatch has been sealed behind four feet of concrete for ninety years.”
“Then how do we open it?”
Emma asked.
Vincent tapped the massive steel bumper of the locomotive they were riding.
“With sixty tons of Gary steel and a direct hydraulic ram.”
Carter leaned out the cab window, checking the mile markers spray-painted on the damp tunnel walls.
“Two miles to the Jackson Boulevard junction, boss.
If we hit the masonry at full speed, we might trigger a collapse of the street above.”
“The street will hold,” Vincent replied calmly.
“The foundations are reinforced granite.
But Katherine’s guards on the other side won’t know what hit them.”
Emma checked the magazine of her carbine, slapping it firmly into place.
The humble waitress who had once worried about paying her rent and surviving twelve-hour shifts on her feet had vanished, replaced by an heiress forged in gunpowder, betrayal, and unyielding justice.
She looked at Vincent.
Chapter 118 – Breaching the Vault of Shadows
Above ground, downtown Chicago was eerily quiet.
A heavy blizzard had blanketed the Loop in ten inches of pristine snow, muffling the sounds of traffic.
Around the Chicago Board of Trade, however, the silence was enforced by heavily armed private contractors wearing tactical uniforms marked with the insignia of Aegis Global—the Council’s primary private military front.
Black armored personnel carriers blocked every intersection along LaSalle Street and Jackson Boulevard.
Inside the deep subterranean basement of the building, seventy feet below street level, Katherine Ward stood before the Omphalos terminal.
The chamber was an imposing cavern of polished black marble, steel-reinforced columns, and humming server banks that contained the digital synapses of global finance.
Katherine had changed into a tailored charcoal coat, her hair pinned back in an austere, severe style.
She tapped her fingers impatiently against the glass console as technical specialists worked furiously to bypass the final encryption layers of the Core Vault.
“High Chancellor,” the chief technician reported, sweating despite the cool climate-controlled air.
“The lake vault has closed its exterior physical valves, but the data stream has rerouted to the internal municipal relay.
The master key is moving toward us through the subterranean sector.”
Katherine’s eyes narrowed into slits.
“Moving?
By what means?
The freight tunnels have been closed since the 1992 flood!”
Before the technician could respond, the marble floor beneath their feet began to tremble violently.
A low, rhythmic chugging sound echoed through the deep bedrock, vibrating the champagne flutes on the conference table.
“What is that sound?”
Katherine demanded, turning toward the heavy, sealed concrete wall that formed the eastern foundation of the vault.
The sound swelled into an apocalyptic roar.
The dust began to shake loose from the high concrete ceiling, followed by the blare of a steam horn that shattered the server room’s glass dividers.
“Brace for impact!” an Aegis squad leader screamed, raising his weapon toward the solid masonry wall.
BOOM!
The four-foot-thick wall exploded inward in an avalanche of shattered concrete, brick dust, and twisted rebar.
The massive cowcatcher of the Gary slag locomotive crashed through the breach, showering the black marble room with debris.
The front wheels derailed with a shriek of tortured iron, grinding to a halt in the center of the terminal chamber like an ancient metallic leviathan emerging from the underworld.
Before the smoke could clear, flashbang grenades were lobbed from the locomotive’s cab, detonating in blinding white bursts that disoriented the Aegis guards.
Vincent Moretti and his tactical operators descended from the locomotive, weapons blazing with terrifying precision.
“Suppress the flanks!”
Vincent bellowed, firing through the haze as Aegis guards scrambled for cover behind server racks.
Emma leaped down from the engine platform, her eyes locked through the clearing smoke onto Katherine Ward, who was backing toward the central terminal console, clutching a silver master override card.
Chapter 119 – Bloodline Against Bloodline
Katherine did not surrender.
With a cold, serpentine snarl, she drew a small, pearl-handled automatic pistol from her coat pocket and fired twice at Emma.
