Chapter 7 - JULIAN'S LAST STAND
The shockwave threw the remaining gunmen to the ground. Through the smoke and flames, Julian emerged, his suit torn, blood dripping from his chin where the glass had cut him. He aimed his pistol directly at Victoria, coughing through the thick black smoke. "It's over, Victoria," he rasped, stepping closer. "You can't buy your way out of this one." Before he could pull the trigger, the garage doors blew inward. Three armored tactical trucks smashed into the subterranean lot, floodlights blinding Julian. Victoria’s loyal security team poured out, submachine guns leveled at the traitor. Julian froze, the pistol slipping from his grasp as the red laser sights painted his chest.
