Chapter 10 - The Infiltration
Forty-eight hours later, under federal protection, Elena and the children were secured in a heavily guarded safehouse in downtown New York. With federal agents monitoring their perimeter, Mark prepared for his strike.
Dressed in a sharp dark suit provided by a sympathetic federal investigator, Mark slipped into the grand ballroom of the Manhattan Plaza Hotel, where Vance Enterprises was hosting its annual high-stakes corporate gala.
The room sparkled with crystal chandeliers, elite billionaires, and corrupt politicians sipping champagne. Standing near the central stage was Julian Vance, immaculate in a tailored tuxedo, chuckling with a pair of city senators as if he were a pillar of the community.
Mark kept his head down, blending seamlessly with the catering staff while holding a hidden signal-jamming device in his pocket. He moved toward the private elevator bank leading to the executive suites above.
Swiping a cloned security badge, Mark entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 40th floor penthouse vault. The elevator shot upward, isolation settling over him as the music from the gala faded into silence.
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The elevator doors chimed open into the quiet, pristine marble corridor of Julian’s private office suite. Laser security lines crisscrossed the hallway in invisible grid patterns.
Mark pulled out a specialized thermal-imaging scanner, revealing the red laser beams glowing bright against the wall. Step by step, twisting his body with precise agility, Mark maneuvered through the security grid toward the heavy titanium vault door at the end of the hall.
