The words hung in the air like a death knell.
"Plan B."
Elizabeth's pulse quickened as Anderson's voice echoed through the suite. The two armed men pivoted sharply, one moving toward a corner where a black briefcase sat. His urgency made it clear: this wasn't just an escape plan—it was something far worse.
"Stop him!" Xavier barked, lunging toward the man.
Victoria was faster. With practiced precision, she disarmed the second intruder, her movements swift and brutal. The man groaned as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his injured arm.
But the man with the briefcase was already in motion. He flipped it open, revealing a small laptop and several cables. His fingers moved rapidly over the keys, initiating something that sent a low-pitched beep reverberating through the room.
"Whatever he's doing, we need to stop it now!" Clara's voice crackled through Xavier's earpiece.
