The three black SUVs drove through the dark streets. Inside the lead car, Harrison held the steering wheel tightly. His face was calm, but his knuckles were white. Beside him, Daniel checked his gun, looking at the dashboard map.
"We are two minutes away, boss," Daniel said quietly. "Marcus sent the signal. The power grid is down. We have ninety seconds before backup lights come on."
Harrison pressed the gas pedal harder. "Tell the men to move fast. No mistakes."
"Understood," Daniel said, using his radio to alert the cars behind them.
Inside the dark factory, Julius was tied to a heavy chair. His clothes were torn and his face was bruised, but his eyes were wide. Arthur Vance and Victor Sterling stood in front of him.
To the side stood Sarah. She looked down at the floor with her arms crossed.
"Sarah," Julius said, his voice rough from coughing. "Why are you doing this?"
