Chapter 7 - The Confrontation at Midnight
Down in the main foyer, the confrontation erupted into violence before Dominic could reach the west wing.
Two of Arthur’s personal bodyguards—men brought in under the guise of private security for the council meeting—drew concealed firearms from beneath their suit jackets and opened fire on Vincent’s patrol.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bullet holes starred the marble pillars as Vincent dropped behind a mahogany console, returning fire with lethal precision. The heavy thud of suppressed rounds echoed through the cavernous room.
Dominic didn't flinch. He drew his own Sig Sauer P226, his uninjured leg braced firmly against the floor, and squeezed off two rapid shots that dropped the nearest gunman instantly.
"Vincent! Status!" Dominic shouted over the din of shattering glass.
"They've got backup in the courtyard, Boss! They're trying to breach the side gates!" Vincent yelled back, reloading his magazine in a fluid motion. "And Arthur... Arthur’s gone missing from the conference room!"
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Dominic’s blood ran cold. The west wing.
"Secure the foyer!" Dominic ordered, breaking into a rapid, powerful sprint toward the upper staircase. His knee held. The pain was gone, replaced entirely by the cold focus of a predator hunting its prey. He took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the smoke drifting from the shattered light fixtures below.
