The suffocating tension in the subterranean command center was entirely different from the night we blackmailed the FBI. That night had been a desperate, adrenaline-fueled fight for survival against a massive, external predator. Tonight was a deeply personal, highly venomous hunt within our own impenetrable walls. The betrayal of a trusted insider stung far worse than any federal warrant ever could.
I stood motionless in front of the massive primary monitor, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The glowing digital clock in the strict corner of the screen read exactly two in the morning. Dominic sat at the central console, his fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. He had flawlessly executed the complex bait sequence three hours ago. The phantom twenty-million-dollar cash deposit was n
