Chapter 46 - The Final Confrontation
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I reached the steel door of the overseer's office. Inside, Silas was talking excitedly on a satellite phone, completely oblivious to the slaughter happening just outside his door. I didn't bother with stealth anymore. The element of surprise had served its purpose. I slapped a small, shaped breaching charge onto the electronic lock and stepped back.
The explosion was deafening, a concussive blast that blew the heavy door clean off its hinges, sending it crashing into Silas's mahogany desk.
Silas screamed, dropping his phone and scrambling backward as the room filled with thick, gray smoke. I stepped through the ruined doorway, my assault rifle raised, tracking the two bodyguards in the room. They reached for their weapons, but my training was absolute. Two controlled bursts of gunfire, and both men hit the floor, permanently neutralized.
I lowered my rifle, staring through the clearing smoke at Silas. He was cowering behind his splintered desk, his face pale, hands trembling violently.
"Arthur?" Silas gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief as he recognized my face beneath the tactical gear. "You're supposed to be dead! You've been gone for five years!"
"I found a better life, Silas," I said, my voice eerily calm amidst the echoing alarms suddenly blaring through the warehouse below. "A peaceful life. A life you decided to threaten when you sent mercenaries to my home to hunt a terrified girl."
"I didn't know it was you!" Silas pleaded, holding his hands up in a pathetic gesture of surrender. "I swear, Arthur! If I knew you ran that sanctuary, I would have never sent my men! We can make a deal. Name your price. I have millions!"
"You don't have anything," I corrected him coldly, stepping closer to the desk. "Look out the window, Silas. Your guards on the floor are scrambling. I rigged the transport trucks with incendiaries on my way up. In exactly thirty seconds, your entire infrastructure is going to burn to the ground, and the police will flood this pier."
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Silas looked out the shattered glass, absolute despair washing over his face as he realized his empire was truly over. "You're a monster, Arthur."
"No," I replied softly, raising my weapon and pointing it directly at his chest. "I am a father. And you threatened my family."
