"There's a maintenance hatch," Olga pointed to a tiny, microscopic schematic she had pulled from her mother's 1998 files. "It was designed so Elena could manually repair the servers if the cooling system failed. If we can get a deep-sea submersible directly underneath the server sub as it ascends, I can breach the hatch, rewrite the Genesis code from the inside, and turn the bio-hack into a self-destruct virus."
Victor studied Olga, measuring her absolute lack of fear. "You are suggesting a blind, deep-water breach in the middle of a US Naval formation, to hack a bio-engineered supercomputer built by the smartest woman on Earth."
"I audited my father into a federal penitentiary," Olga said coldly. "I hacked your six-billion-dollar Volkov account in twenty hours. Let me audit my mother."
Victor smiled. A terrifying, genuine smile. "Very well, Olga. We fly to the Pacific. But know this—if you fail, I will launch the torpedoes, and I will not care who is caught in the blast radius."
Twenty-four hours later, Victor’s black, unmarked stealth destroyer cut through the dark, choppy waters of the Pacific Ocean. The storm above them was violent, masking their approach on standard radar.
Olga stood in the armory, zipping up a specialized, high-pressure diving suit. She felt a presence behind her and turned to see Blake Vance holding a heavy toolkit.
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"I'm going with you," Blake said, his voice shaking, but his jaw set.
👉 Olga stared at her cowardly brother, realizing that Blake wasn't offering to help out of bravery—he had noticed something terrifying on Victor's ship that Olga had completely missed.
"You are not a deep-sea diver, Blake," Olga said quietly, taking the toolkit from his trembling hands. "You’ll hyperventilate before we even hit a thousand feet."
"You don't understand, Ollie," Blake whispered frantically, glancing over his shoulder at the steel door of the armory. "Victor isn't planning on letting us come back. I walked past the torpedo bay ten minutes ago. The technicians weren't loading EMPs. They were loading thermonuclear depth charges."
Olga’s blood ran cold. The sheer scale of Victor’s ruthlessness finally crystallized in her mind. He didn't just want to stop Elena from broadcasting the Genesis Protocol. He wanted to annihilate the entire Mariana Trench, wiping out the submarine, Elena’s extraction team, and the US Carrier Strike Group above them just to cover his tracks. He was going to start World War III to protect his ten billion dollars.
"If we get on that submersible and dive, he’s going to drop a nuke right on top of us," Blake choked out. "We have to hijack the sub and run."
"We can't run," Olga said, her forensic mind instantly shifting parameters. "If Elena broadcasts the protocol, she enslaves the global grid. If Victor drops the nuke, millions die in the fallout. I have to breach the Mother's Vault and trigger the self-destruct before Victor fires."
The heavy steel door of the armory hissed open. Victor Kaelen stepped inside, flanked by two massive armed guards. He looked at Olga in her high-pressure suit and smiled his cold, patronizing smile.
"It is time, Olga. The Mother's Vault is ascending. It will reach the breach depth in exactly forty minutes. The submersible is prepped in the moon pool."
Olga nodded, her face a mask of pure cinematic restraint. "Let's get this over with."
She walked past Victor, but Blake panicked. He lunged toward the armory racks, grabbing a heavy wrench. "He’s going to nuke us, Ollie!"
Before Blake could swing, Victor’s guard drew his sidearm and fired a single, silenced shot.
Blake gasped, the wrench clattering to the steel deck. He looked down at the blossoming red stain on his chest, his eyes wide with shock. He collapsed to his knees, looking up at Olga with the same terrified, pathetic expression he had worn his entire life. Then, he pitched forward, dead.
Olga didn't scream. She didn't cry. She felt a profound, chilling detachment. The Vance family had destroyed her youth, but Victor had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.
"A tragic lack of composure," Victor sighed, stepping over Blake’s body. "I hope you are made of stronger material, Olga. To the moon pool. Now."
Olga was escorted to the belly of the destroyer. The moon pool was a massive, open square of churning black ocean water. Suspended above it by heavy hydraulic cranes was a sleek, titanium deep-sea submersible.
"The autopilot is locked onto the ascending server," Victor said from the control gantry. "You have twenty minutes to breach the vault and upload the virus. If the server breaches the surface, I wipe the grid."
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Olga climbed into the cramped, freezing cockpit of the submersible and sealed the heavy acrylic hatch. As the cranes lowered her into the violent black water of the Pacific, she opened the control panel, revealing the vessel's internal wiring.
👉 Victor thought he had cornered a brilliant accountant, but he didn't realize Olga had spent the last two hours discreetly reprogramming the submersible's sonar array to broadcast a terrifying, highly classified frequency directly to the US Navy.