They burst through the heavy fire doors and began to sprint up the concrete stairs, the sound of heavily armed boots echoing rapidly behind them.
👉 But as they reached the halfway landing, a massive explosion rocked the citadel above them, and a terrifyingly familiar face stepped out of the shadows to block their path.
The concussive force of the explosion rained concrete dust down the stairwell. Olga shielded her mother, raising her empty pistol as a tall figure stepped through the settling smoke.
It was Silas Thorne.
His right wrist was encased in a heavy metal brace—a brutal reminder of the punishment Elias had inflicted upon him. But he wasn't dead. He wore full tactical combat gear, and he was aiming an assault rifle directly at Olga’s chest.
"Surprise, little sister," Silas sneered, his eyes manic. "Did you really think Victor would leave the security of this island to amateurs? When Elias threw me in the basement, Victor’s men pulled me out. I owe him my life. And I owe you a bullet."
Olga pushed Elena behind her, her mind racing. She had no bullets. The EMP watch was dead.
"Victor’s servers are burning, Silas," Olga said loudly, trying to buy seconds. "He has no money to pay you. The Genesis Protocol is destroyed."
"I don't care about the money anymore," Silas spat, his finger tightening on the trigger. "I just want you dead."
Before Silas could fire, Elena Rostova stepped out from behind Olga. She didn't look like a frail hostage anymore. She looked like a queen commanding a peasant.
"Silas," Elena said, her voice carrying a bizarre, hypnotic authority. "Your father was a coward, and you are a disappointment. Protocol Alpha-Seven."
Silas froze. His eyes widened in sheer terror. He tried to pull the trigger, but his hand began to tremble violently. A specialized biometric pacemaker, implanted in his chest by Victor’s surgeons to keep him alive after Elias’s torture, suddenly malfunctioned. The Genesis code wasn't just a banking tool; it was bio-hacking. Elena had just triggered a lethal override with a vocal command.
Silas dropped the rifle, clutching his chest as he collapsed onto the concrete stairs, his heart stopping instantly.
Olga stared at her mother in absolute shock. "How did you do that?"
"I built this world, Olga," Elena said coldly, stepping over Silas’s body. "Victor merely rented it. Keep moving."
They reached the roof of the citadel just as Commander Cross’s matte-black stealth chopper crested the cliffs, its side doors open and heavily armed Interpol agents providing covering fire against Victor’s remaining mercenaries.
Olga and Elena scrambled into the chopper. As the aircraft banked sharply away from the island, Olga looked down and saw Victor Kaelen standing on the helipad, staring up at them, his empire burning around him.
The flight to a secure Interpol safehouse in London was completely silent. Olga wrapped a blanket around her mother, her mind reeling from the revelation of what Elena was truly capable of.
When they landed, Cross rushed them into an underground bunker.
"You did it, Olga," Cross said, deeply relieved. "The servers on Orakis are destroyed. Victor’s funding is severed. He is officially a rogue asset."
"He isn't finished," Elena interrupted, standing up from the medical cot. Her gray hair fell around her shoulders, her eyes sharp and predatory. She walked over to Cross’s main terminal and began typing with blistering speed.
"What are you doing?" Olga asked, stepping forward.
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"Victor thinks the Genesis Protocol was on that island," Elena said, bringing up a massive, encrypted global map on the screen. "He was wrong. The true algorithm—the Mother’s Vault—has been buried at the bottom of the Mariana Trench on an untraceable server submarine for twenty-eight years. And to wake it up, I need to use your blood, Olga."
👉 Elena turned to her daughter, holding a sterilized medical syringe, her expression completely devoid of motherly love, revealing a secret so dark it made Victor Kaelen look like a saint.
The sterile, white fluorescent lights of the London Interpol bunker hummed like a swarm of hornets. Olga stood completely frozen, staring at the woman she had risked her life to save. Elena Rostova did not look like a rescued hostage. She looked like a predator who had finally been unchained. The sterilized medical syringe in her hand gleamed under the harsh lighting.
"What are you talking about?" Olga demanded, stepping backward, putting herself between her mother and Commander Cross. "I just saved you from Victor. I gave up everything to get you out of that cage."
Elena offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes—a chilling, calculated expression that Olga had seen a thousand times on the faces of corrupt CEOs. "You didn't save me, Olga. You simply facilitated my transfer. Victor kept me in that glass box because he knew the moment I touched a live terminal, I would reclaim my empire. The Genesis Protocol on Orakis was a decoy. The real algorithm—the one that can rewrite the global financial and biometric grid—is asleep at the bottom of the Pacific. And it requires a secondary genetic key to awaken."
She took a step forward, raising the syringe. "Your blood. Just a vial. It’s the cost of being my daughter."
Commander Cross drew his service weapon, aiming it squarely at Elena’s chest. "Step away from her, Elena. You’re in an Interpol black site. You have zero leverage here. Drop the syringe, or I will put you down."