THE GOLDEN DOME
The Golden Circle was deep in discussion when the sharp c***k of gunfire outside shattered the air.
Startled, the members froze. Murmurs swept the long table, the luxurious boardroom suddenly feeling less like a sanctuary and more like a trap.
“What the hell was that?” Thomas barked, his hand hovering near his coat, as if expecting to be attacked.
“Gunshots,” Nathan Nelson said grimly, already on his feet. “Outside.”
“What’s going on?” asked one of the others, his voice tight. “Who dares bring violence to this place?”
Before anyone could answer, the grand double doors at the front of the room burst open.
Commander Cole stepped in with authority, flanked by two soldiers in tactical gear. Their rifles were raised, aimed with chilling precision at the room’s occupants.
