An Old and Stinging Business Partner
The control center door rattled violently under the impact of a hydraulic ram. Dust fell from the ceiling, dirtying the screens that still displayed graphs of the Lazarus Foundation's financial ruin. Underneath the steel table, I could feel Dahlia's small body shaking violently. I tightened my embrace, trying to muffle her breathing with my blood-stained hand.
"Juri, shift view to corridor seven camera," I whispered, my eyes fixed on the small monitor in the corner of the table.
The screen flickered, revealing a chaotic scene. Amidst the thick smoke and flames from the circuit panel explosions I triggered, an assault team moved in a formation I knew very well. At the front, a burly man in a dark gray combat suit led brutally. Cyrus Kael. My former bu
