The roar of the thunderstorm outside the hangar was instantly eclipsed by the deafening crack of the sniper’s body hitting the concrete floor.
Evelyn didn't look at the dead guard. Her eyes were locked onto the trembling nurse standing in the hangar doorway, the girl's uniform from the Crown of Victory Clinic stained with grease and rain.
"What did you just say?" Evelyn demanded, stepping forward, her voice cutting through the damp air like a razor. "Beatrice is at the clinic? The media broadcast at Vance Headquarters"
"A pre-recorded loop!" the nurse cried out, her teeth chattering as she squeezed her eyes shut. "The mastermind set it up hours ago to draw the police and Mr. Vance's security forces away from the real target. Beatrice didn't stay there. She used a private medical transpo
