Chapter 7 - THE BASEMENT WING
Vance fired. The bullet tore through Garrett's shoulder, spinning him violently against the railing. His gun clattered down the concrete steps. Before Garrett could recover, two agents descended on him like wolves, pinning him to the ground and zip-tying his wrists. He screamed in pain and fury, cursing Elena's name.
Vance didn't look at him. He slung his rifle over his back and rushed down to Elena, kneeling beside her. "Mrs. Hartford? I'm Agent Vance. You're safe now. He's never going to touch you again."
"The baby," Elena cried out, gripping Vance's tactical vest. "It's coming. Right now."
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Vance hit his radio. "I need an obstetrics team in stairwell B, immediately! We have a crowning infant."
There was no time to move her to a sterile delivery room. The hospital was in full lockdown, and moving her risked injuring the baby. Vance and another agent carefully carried Elena down the remaining flight of stairs into the sub-basement utility wing, laying her on a clean medical blanket over the concrete. The hospital's head obstetrician, flanked by heavily armed federal agents, sprinted through the double doors seconds later with a crash cart.
