don't fight the guards. I manipulate the ledgers," Olga said smoothly, pulling a sleek, encrypted tablet from her briefcase. She typed rapidly, overriding the prison’s localized firewall. She didn't target the security doors. She targeted the prison’s automated climate control and plumbing systems. Deep within the bowels of the supermax facility, the massive industrial water mains suddenly registered a catastrophic pressure spike. In the cell blocks above, the toilets and sinks violently overflowed, flooding the corridors with freezing water. Simultaneously, the automated HVAC system engaged the emergency fire-suppression protocol, plunging the entire facility into total darkness and sealing the cell blocks in a thick, blinding fog of chemical retardant. The prison sirens blared, deafening and chaotic. "Now," Olga commanded. She reached across the table, pressing a small, localized EMP disruptor against Victor’s magnetic shackles. The locks clicked open instantly. Victor rubbed his bruised wrists, looking at Olga with genuine, terrifying admiration. "You are truly a monster, Olga." "Keep moving," she ordered. They burst out of the visitor’s room into the flooded, chaotic hallway. Guards were shouting blindly in the dark, slipping on the flooded floors, completely unable to see through the thick chemical fog. Olga and Victor moved with lethal precision, using the chaos as perfect camouflage. They reached the reinforced loading dock at the rear of the facility. Commander Cross was waiting in an idling, heavily armored laundry supply truck, wearing a stolen guard uniform. "Get in the back!" Cross yelled over the sirens. Victor scrambled into the dark, damp cargo hold, followed immediately by Olga. Cross slammed on the gas, the heavy truck smashing through the outer chain-link security gate just as the emergency backup generators finally kicked on, bathing the prison in blinding spotlights. They had done it. They had broken the Architect out of the most secure prison on earth. In the back of the truck, Victor leaned against the cold metal wall, catching his breath. He looked at Olga, his pale eyes gleaming in the dark. "We are going to the Arctic," Victor said, a vicious smile forming. "But you should know, Olga... Richard Vance didn't just build a vault in Svalbard. He built a trap. He knows you’re coming." "I'm counting on it," Olga replied coldly.
👉 But as the truck roared down the highway, Olga’s encrypted phone buzzed, and a live video feed popped up on the screen, showing Natalia standing over the bloody, beaten body of someone Olga thought was safe in New York.
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Olga’s blood ran completely cold as she stared at the live video feed glowing in the dark cargo hold of the fleeing truck. The footage showed a sterile, white room. Kneeling on the floor, his face battered and bleeding, was Principal Davies—the man who had originally acted as Victor’s proxy, the man who had sat in the front row of her graduation. Olga had ruined him, exposed him, and left him destitute in New York. Standing behind Davies, her face completely void of human emotion, was Natalia. The bio-hacked twin held a suppressed pistol aimed squarely at the back of Davies’s head. "Hello, Olga," Richard Vance’s smooth, terrifying voice echoed from the phone’s speaker. "I see you’ve managed to retrieve our mutual friend, Victor. Brilliant work. You always were the best auditor I never hired." "What do you want, Richard?" Olga demanded, her voice flat, betraying zero emotion. "You think you’re coming to Svalbard to stop me," Richard chuckled. "But I need you to come to Svalbard. The Apex Engine requires a dual biometric signature to broadcast the Genesis Protocol. Natalia is the first key. You are the second. I need both halves of Elena’s legacy to unlock the quantum grid." "I will never give you the signature," Olga said coldly. "You won't have a choice," Richard replied. He gestured to Natalia on the screen. "Execute him." Without a microsecond of hesitation, Natalia pulled the trigger. The silenced shot echoed through the phone. Principal Davies collapsed to the white floor, dead. Olga didn't flinch. Victor Kaelen, sitting across from her in the truck, let out a low whistle. "Ruthless. I like your uncle's style." "Davies was a pawn," Richard’s voice continued. "But he proves a point. Natalia has no hesitation. No soul. She is the perfect weapon. If you do not deliver yourself to the Svalbard Vault within twenty-four hours, I will send her to London. She will systematically execute every Interpol agent in Commander Cross’s division. Then she will go to New York and execute every partner at your forensic accounting firm. I will drown your world in blood until you give me the keys." The screen went black. Olga sat in silence, the rhythmic hum of the truck’s tires against the asphalt the only sound in the dark. Richard Vance had leverage. Absolute, unmitigated leverage. He was holding thousands of innocent lives hostage. "He’s bluffing," Victor said dismissively. "Mass assassinations attract too much heat. Even for Vanguard." "He isn't bluffing, Victor," Olga said softly, her forensic mind aligning the brutal reality. "He’s a shadow banker who just lost his shadows. He’s desperate. He’s going to initiate the global broadcast, and he doesn't care who dies in the process." She knocked twice on the metal partition. "Marcus, change of plans. We need a jet capable of sub-zero atmospheric insertion. We are flying straight into the trap." Twelve hours