"Step across that iron boundary line, Marcus, and I will personally use the heavy excavator to crush your armored vehicles into a two-ton coffin."
Ethan’s voice tore through the howling, icy wind as he stood directly behind the reinforced chain-link perimeter gate. The frozen air bit violently at his face, but he didn't even flinch. His fingers were wrapped tightly around a heavy iron crowbar, his knuckles stark white against the metal.
On the other side of the fence, Marcus stood wrapped in a thick wool overcoat, flanked by six heavily armed Blackwood Tactical guards whose tactical helmets were already gathering a layer of brittle ice. Marcus slammed a laminated folder against the frozen mesh of the gate, his face contorted in a mixture of corporate fury and absolute desperation.
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