Chapter 5 - AGENT VANCE
"Get up," Garrett ordered Elena, his eyes black and lifeless. "We are leaving."
"She can't," Marcus stepped forward, raising his hands. "Her water just broke, you'll kill them both—"
The man with the gun moved so fast Elena barely registered it, slamming the butt of the weapon into Marcus's temple. The technician crumpled to the linoleum floor. Elena screamed, trying to scramble backward on the table, clutching her broken arm as tears of pure agony streamed down her face.
"I told you," Garrett said, stepping into the room and grabbing her good arm with a grip like a steel vise. "We are leaving."
Suddenly, the hospital's fire alarms screamed to life. Blinding strobe lights flashed in the hallway. Over the deafening siren, the sharp, authoritative crack of gunfire echoed through the corridor. Garrett’s men spun around, raising their weapons.
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"FBI! DROP THE WEAPONS!" a booming voice roared over the sirens.
A tall man in tactical gear, carrying a short-barreled rifle, rounded the corner. This was Special Agent Vance. He didn't hesitate. As Garrett’s lead driver raised his gun, Vance fired two suppressed shots, dropping the man instantly. The hallway erupted into chaos. Hospital staff screamed, diving behind nurses' stations. Garrett shoved Elena off the table, using her pregnant body as a human shield as he backed toward the emergency exit.
