Massive Distraction: The Phantom Monetary Fund
I crawled through the narrow ventilation shaft with agonizing slowness. The metal beneath my hands was cold and vibrated from the thermite blast that had just ripped open the lab door behind us. Dahlia was strapped tightly to my back, her short, trembling breaths warm against my neck.
"Daddy... scared," Dahlia whispered, her voice almost lost to the roar of the massive fan in the distance.
"Close your eyes, sweetie. I swear, this will all be over soon," I said, trying to steady the tremor in my own voice.
"Juri, how much further to the main control center?" I thought internally, allowing the haptic sensor in my jaw to transmit the signal.
"Thirty meters ahead, Jax. Right turn at the cooling pipe intersection. I've already isolated the loc
