👉 As they raced up the stairwell, a massive shockwave shook the mountain, but Olga knew the war wasn't over—Richard Vance had escaped, and he was heading straight for the Arctic.
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The safehouse in London was completely silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of Olga’s fingers against a mahogany desk. She stared at the digital map glowing on her laptop. Svalbard, Norway. A frozen archipelago deep in the Arctic Circle, home to the Global Seed Vault. But Richard Vance hadn't built a vault for seeds. He had built a subterranean fortress for data. "The Vanguard servers in Geneva are completely destroyed," Commander Cross reported, entering the room with two cups of black coffee. "But Richard survived. Vanguard’s stock is plummeting, but he doesn't care. He transferred the surviving Genesis code to the Svalbard Vault before the meltdown." "He still has Natalia," Olga said coldly, her dark eyes locking onto the map. "As long as he has my sister’s biometric signature, he can reboot the Apex Engine in the Arctic. He can still broadcast the bio-hack." "Then we call in a NATO airstrike," Cross suggested grimly. "We level the mountain." "You can't bomb Svalbard," Olga countered. "It’s heavily protected international territory. And Richard’s vault is buried under permafrost. A bunker-buster would barely scratch the paint. We have to breach it from the inside." Cross sighed, rubbing his temples. "Olga, that facility requires a dual-authorization biometric handshake. Your mother designed it. It needs Natalia’s DNA... and someone else's. Richard can't trigger the global broadcast alone." "I know," Olga said. "He needs a master architect. Someone who understands the original 1998 banking algorithms well enough to fuse them with the quantum hardware." Olga’s blood ran cold as she realized exactly who Richard would use. There was only one man left alive on Earth who possessed that specific, twisted genius. "Victor Kaelen," Olga whispered. Cross shook his head violently. "Victor is locked in ADX Florence, the most secure supermax prison in the United States. He’s buried under concrete, Olga. He’s gone." "Richard has billions of dollars, Marcus," Olga stood up, grabbing her black trench coat. "He faked Blake’s death to pull him out of a federal prison. He can pull Victor out of ADX Florence." "Then we need to intercept him," Cross said, reaching for his encrypted phone. "I’ll mobilize an Interpol black-ops team to Colorado." "No," Olga said, her voice turning to razor-sharp steel. "If Richard’s men breach that prison, it will be a bloodbath, and Victor will slip away in the chaos. If we want to get to Svalbard, we need Victor’s architectural bypass codes. We aren't going to intercept Richard's extraction team." Cross stared at her in utter disbelief. "What are you suggesting?" "I'm going to break the Architect out of supermax myself," Olga stated. Twelve hours later, Olga stood in the suffocatingly sterile visitor’s room of ADX Florence in Colorado. She wore a sharp, tailored navy suit, having used her ghost credentials to pose as a federal prosecutor. The heavy steel door buzzed open. Victor Kaelen was led into the room in a bright orange jumpsuit, heavily shackled. The arrogant billionaire who had tried to vaporize the Mariana Trench looked pale and exhausted, stripped of his silver suits and his power. When he saw Olga sitting across the table, he stopped dead in his tracks. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face. "Well, well," Victor rasped, taking his seat as the guards locked him to the table. "The brilliant auditor returns. Have you come to gloat, Olga?" "I've come to hire you, Victor," Olga said flatly. Victor laughed, a dry, hollow sound. "Hire me? I am serving six consecutive life sentences in a concrete box. My empire is gone. My money is burned. What could you possibly offer me?"
👉 Olga leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his, "I can offer you Richard Vance's head on a silver platter, and a front-row seat to watch me burn Vanguard Horizon to the ground."
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Victor Kaelen stared at Olga in stunning silence, the mocking smile vanishing from his pale face. "Richard Vance," Victor whispered, the name dripping with absolute venom. "He was the invisible backer in 1985. He let Elias and I wage war over the syndicate for thirty years while he sat in his ivory tower, waiting to steal the Genesis code." "He didn't just steal the code, Victor. He stole Julian's life. He has the Apex Engine in Svalbard. And in exactly three hours, his paramilitary team is going to breach this prison to kidnap you. He needs your architectural keys to finalize the quantum broadcast." Victor analyzed the variables with the speed of a supercomputer. He was arrogant, but he wasn't a fool. If Richard took him, he would be tortured for the codes and executed. If he went with Olga, he had a microscopic chance of survival, and more importantly, a chance for revenge. "How do we get out?" Victor asked, leaning closer. "This is ADX Florence. There are four layers of biometric security, acoustic motion sensors, and three hundred armed guards. You cannot just walk out." "I'm an auditor, Victor. I