A 4-Year-Old Girl Fell From a Million-Dollar Mansion’s Balcony Into an Infinity Pool! After the Servant Saved Her, She Kept Pointing Upstairs… But When He Saw Who Was Closing the Curtains, His Blood Ran Cold!

"Move! Now!" Gabriel roared, severing the terminal connection with a violent sweep of his combat knife, ripping the hard drive from the interface port.

The transmission screen went black, but Vance’s final, mocking words still echoed through the vaulted concrete ceiling: *"Did you really think William was the only one who had the keys to this tomb?"*

The heavy concrete floor shuddered beneath their feet as an explosive breaching charge detonated against the outer blast doors. The reinforced steel buckled inward with a deafening, metallic groan, cracks spiderwebbing across the surrounding bedrock as pulverized dust showered down from the high rafters.

"Sarah, get Julianna and Nora into the G-Wagon!" Gabriel commanded, racking the slide of his carbine. "Start the engine! Do not open the doors for anyone but me!"

Julianna scooped Nora into her arms. The little girl had awakened, her eyes wide with terror as the concussive boom of the breach rattled her tiny chest.

"Mommy! The bad men are back!" Nora cried, burying her face into Julianna’s neck.

"Close your eyes, Nora! Keep them closed, baby!" Julianna pleaded, sprinting across the polished concrete toward the armored transport. Sarah was already in the driver’s seat, slamming the ignition button. The 4.0-liter V8 biturbo engine roared to life with an aggressive, deep-throated growl, its tactical headlights illuminating the buckling blast doors.

Gabriel didn't wait for the doors to collapse. He grabbed a crate of specialized thermite charges from the depot's munitions locker, running toward the secondary rail tunnel at the back of the facility—the subterranean spur that led through the mountain toward the Austrian border.

A second massive explosion tore the main blast doors off their hydraulic hinges.

The five-ton steel slabs crashed onto the depot floor in a thunderous wave of sparks and black smoke. Through the breach marched an eight-man tactical strike team, clad in advanced modular body armor, wearing high-cut helmets with integrated night-vision arrays, their suppressed submachine guns already sweeping the space with green targeting lasers.

"Target identified! Armored transport in the center bay! Neutralize the engine block!" the strike team leader barked over his comms.

Before their lasers could steady on the G-Wagon’s windshield, Gabriel stepped out from the cover of an industrial crane column.

He didn't fire his rifle. He fired the flare launcher he had scavenged from the depot's emergency rack.

A blinding white phosphorus flare shot across the depot floor, skipping off the concrete directly into the middle of the advancing strike team. The flare detonated in a blinding, two-thousand-degree flash of pure, chemical white light. The strike team's high-sensitivity night-vision tubes immediately bloomed into searing, blinding overload, causing several operators to tear their helmets off with agonized screams of sensory shock.

"Sarah! Ram the secondary gate! Go!" Gabriel bellowed over the roar of the engine.

Sarah slammed the heavy G-Wagon into drive, flooring the accelerator. The armored three-ton beast launched forward like an angry rhinoceros, its reinforced bull-bar smashing directly through the corrugated iron security gate leading into the rail tunnel, blasting twisted metal and timber aside in a shower of sparks.

Gabriel sprinted behind the accelerating vehicle, firing single, suppressed rounds into the disoriented mercenary line, pinning them down behind the wreckage of the main blast door. Two operatives tried to rally, bringing their rifles up to target the transport’s rear tires, but Gabriel leaped onto the G-Wagon’s rear spare-tire mount as it sped into the pitch-black railway tunnel.

He hung onto the heavy steel mounting with one hand, leaning out over the bumper, and dropped two magnetic thermite charges directly onto the railroad tracks behind them.

"Cover your eyes!" Gabriel shouted through the rear glass.

Three seconds later, the thermite detonated with a blinding, sun-bright fury, melting the steel rails into liquid slag and igniting an old overhead diesel fuel pipe running along the tunnel ceiling.

A wall of pure fire erupted across the width of the tunnel, instantly sealing the pursuing strike team behind a blazing barrier of three-thousand-degree flame and collapsing rock.

Gabriel climbed up over the spare tire, opened the rear passenger door, and hauled himself into the cabin, slamming the armored door shut.

He collapsed against the leather seat, his chest heaving, his hands black with soot and cordite.

Beside him, Nora was trembling beneath Julianna’s coat. The little girl slowly opened her eyes, looked at Gabriel’s blackened, smoke-stained face, and reached out with her small, pristine hand, touching the edge of his combat vest.

"You’re all dirty, Gabriel," she whispered, her voice tiny and fragile.

Gabriel looked down at his soot-covered hands, then at the child’s innocent face. For the first time in his hardened, violent life, Gabriel felt a tear slip through the grime on his cheek.

"I’m okay, Nora," Gabriel said, his voice catching in his throat. "We’re all okay."

Julianna leaned across the seat, her hand finding Gabriel’s arm. Her touch was warm, steady, and filled with an unspoken, monumental gratitude that transcended words.

"Where does this tunnel lead?" Sarah called out from the front seat, keeping the heavy G-Wagon moving at sixty miles per hour along the darkened service road flanking the underground tracks.

"It exits three miles south of Bregenz," Julianna said, looking toward the dark horizon ahead. "Near the shores of Lake Constance. The Austrian border."

Gabriel looked at the titanium drive in his lap, its indicator lights pulsing in the shadows of the armored cabin.

"Vance knows we survived," Gabriel said, his voice returning to its razor-sharp tactical focus. "He’s closing the borders. The airports, the train stations, the ferry terminals—he controls them all. We can't run forever, Julianna."

"Then what do we do?" Julianna asked, her eyes searching his face.

Gabriel’s jaw set into iron.