Chapter 100 - The Wedding Dress in the Deep
Elena spun around, her rifle raised instantly.
Standing in the doorway of the bridge was Eleanor Montgomery.
She wasn't wearing her tactical gear anymore. In a terrifying display of sheer psychopathic narcissism, Eleanor was wearing a pristine, floor-length, pearl-white wedding dress—an exact replica of the designer gown Elena had worn on the day she was pushed into the freezing Atlantic Ocean.
The white silk was immaculate, but in Eleanor’s right hand was a gold-plated Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol. Flanking her were four massive, heavily armored mercenaries with automatic shotguns leveled at Elena's head.
On the surveillance monitors behind Eleanor, the timer on the navigation console didn't count down to flood the ship.
Instead, the screen turned blood-red, displaying a terrifying new command:
*"SYNDICATE AUCTION CONCLUDED. PATHOGEN DISPERSAL COMMENCING: TARGET COASTLINE—EAST CHINA SEA."*
"Thomas always was a sentimental fool," Eleanor purred, stepping into the bridge, the hem of her white wedding train dragging through the grease on the floor. "He thought his little drive would sink my ship. In reality, plugging it into that terminal bypassed the final biological verification lock. Arthur's encryption is dead. Maya is no longer required."
Eleanor leveled the gold pistol directly between baby Maya’s eyes.
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"You took my favorite son from me, Elena," Eleanor whispered, her finger tightening on the trigger, her cold smile dripping with venom. "And now, in this dress, in this ship, forty fathoms beneath the sea... I am going to watch you drown in your daughter’s blood."
Elena gripped her weapon, knowing she couldn't outshoot four shotguns before a bullet pierced Maya's carrier. The ship’s klaxons wailed a deafening death knell as the pathogen dispersal valves began to hiss in the torpedo bay below...
