Chapter 3 - The Traitor's Pocket
Gabriel’s men returned fire into the surrounding darkness.
The courtyard turned into a war zone.
Gabriel ran toward his armored SUV, clutching Mia close.
Bruno ran alongside him, shielding them from incoming fire.
Marco was dragged along by two guards.
"Search him!" Gabriel commanded as they loaded into the vehicle.
A guard violently emptied Marco’s pockets.
Keys, a phone, and a small glass vial fell onto the leather seat.
The vial contained a clear liquid labeled with a medical serial code.
Gabriel recognized the chemical instantly.
It was a rare neurotoxin used to mimic clinical death.
"Who gave this to you?" Gabriel asked, his voice deathly quiet.
Marco shook his head, sweat pouring down his face.
"If I speak, they kill my family!" Marco screamed.
"If you don't speak, I kill you right now," Gabriel replied.
Gabriel pressed the barrel of a pistol against Marco’s knee.
"Wait! It was the Syndicate!" Marco wept.
"They said she would just sleep until after the burial!"
"They were going to dig her up tonight!"
Gabriel’s blood ran cold.
They didn't just want Mia dead.
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They wanted to hold his daughter hostage underground to control him.
Suddenly, a heavy truck smashed directly into the side of the SUV.
