Chapter 8 - THE ASSAULT ON FIFTH AVENUE
At 2:30 a.m., a storm raged over Manhattan.
Don Falcone's fortified estate on 5th Avenue was locked down tight, guarded by fifteen heavily armed mercenaries.
Inside the subterranean security office, Falcone sat at his desk, drinking brandy, waiting for news from his hitmen at Pier 9.
Suddenly, the power across the entire estate cut out!
The mansion was plunged into pitch-black darkness!
BOOM!
The reinforced steel basement doors were blown inward by a breach charge!
Through the smoke and sparks, two figures moved with terrifying, coordinated precision.
Adrian and Julian swept through the hallway side-by-side!
Julian fired controlled two-round bursts from his tactical handgun, taking down security guards as they scrambled toward the hallway, while Adrian provided heavy cover fire with an assault rifle!
They moved like two halves of a single lethal organism—predicting each other's movements, covering each other's flanks, and clearing rooms with breathtaking speed.
"Left corner!" Julian shouted!
Adrian spun, dropping a gunman coming down the spiral staircase!
"Clear!" Adrian roared, slamming a fresh magazine into his rifle!
They reached the heavy vault door at the end of the corridor.
Julian stepped forward, inserting the silver key into the mechanical lock and spinning the combination dial.
The heavy vault door hissed open, revealing shelves filled with bearer bonds, gold bullion, and leather-bound ledgers.
Julian ran to drawer 402, pulling out a thick red folder stamped with the Vance family crest.
He opened it, scanning the documents under his tactical flashlight. His eyes widened as he read the signed orders.
"It wasn't a gang war," Julian whispered, his voice trembling with anger. "Falcone paid the city inspector to lock the emergency doors from the outside. He ordered the fire himself to eliminate the Vance shipping syndicate."
"Then today, his debt is paid," Adrian's voice echoed from behind him.
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Julian turned around.
Don Falcone was being dragged into the vault by Marcus, his hands bound behind his back, his face bruised and terrified.
