Chapter 4 - THE DESCENT
The service elevator groaned as they forced the doors shut. The digital floor indicator blinked rapidly, dropping them from the sixtieth floor toward the subterranean parking garage. "Julian will have men in the basement," Jade said, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was a bartender, not a mercenary, but the adrenaline was keeping her focused. She still held the steel ice pick in her left hand. Victoria unbuttoned her ruined silk jacket, revealing a compact tactical holster strapped to her ribs. She drew a sleek silver sidearm and checked the chamber. "Let them come. My personal security detail—the ones who don't report to Julian—are three minutes away. We just need to survive until they breach the garage."
