Chapter 7 - The Final Confrontation
Victoria was standing by the driver's side door, hastily tossing a heavy leather briefcase onto the passenger seat. Hearing the door creak behind her, she whipped around, her eyes widening in sheer terror at the sight of Mark and Elena emerging from the supposedly sealed underground tunnel.
"You... how are you alive?" Victoria stammered, her composure completely shattering.
"End of the line, Victoria," Mark said, stepping out of the shadows, his voice steady and cold. "The police are outside, the fire department is containing the blaze, and we have every single document from room 317."
Victoria’s gaze darted frantically toward the driveway, where flashing red and blue lights illuminated the night sky. Realizing her escape route was blocked, a feral look crossed her face. She lunged into the car, slamming the door shut and locking it, instantly slamming her foot on the accelerator.
The sedan roared to life, shooting backward out of the bay before shifting into drive and careening straight toward the gated exit.
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"She's trying to run!" Elena shouted.
Mark didn't hesitate. He sprinted forward, grabbing a heavy iron lever used for manual gate operations and throwing it directly across the path of the oncoming vehicle. The car clipped the heavy iron obstacle, spinning out in a cloud of smoking rubber and crushed metal before crashing hard into the stone pillar of the front gates.
