“Jesus,” Slayer breathed.“She’s draining him.”
“To fucking right I am, everything,” Eliza said.“All of it.”
Accounts zeroed out one by one.Properties.Trusts.Political slush funds.Offshore vaults.She locked them down under Covenant oversight, hard-coded safeguards snapping into place behind her like steel doors.
And then she went further.
She opened the floodgates.
Names.Transfers.Communications.Dates.She stitched it all together into a living map of corruption that no one could erase without tearing down half the global financial system.
Then she hit send.
Anonymous.Public.Everywhere.
The senator’s name lit up the screen.
James Whitaker.
U.S.Senate.
Architect of a human trafficking network disguised as investment infrastructure.
Silence fell across the room.
Then Elias’s voice cut through the comms, sharp and decisive.“You do it?Is he out in the open?”
“Yes, with nothing and no one to support him or his organization,” Eliza said.Her hands trembled now, the adrenaline crashing through her.“The threat is neutralized.Permanently.”
No hesitation.
“Good,” Elias replied.“All teams—disengage.Leave him alive.That reckoning belongs to Eliza.Get out, now.”
A tremor ran through the helicopter feed.The camera shook violently as fire swallowed the lower floors of the house.
Kol and Rafael were still inside.
Eliza’s heart stuttered—but she didn’t freeze.
“Kol,” she said into the mic, voice steady by sheer force of will.“Talk to me.How close are you to the exit?”
Static.Then—
“I’m working on it,” Kol replied.Strain edged his voice, heat and smoke bleeding through the transmission.
Her chest tightened.“Okay,” she said softly.“I’m right here.”
“Roof’s going,” Cypher announced calmly.“We have seconds, not minutes.”
The helicopter banked hard.
Sofía surged forward, fury blazing through pain.She yanked Dominic’s sidearm free with her good arm and pressed it to Cypher’s temple.“We are not leaving them.”
Cypher didn’t flinch.“No,” he said evenly.“We’re not.”
The bird hovered, rotors screaming as debris rained down.
Eliza watched the feed, breath locked in her chest, as the house began to collapse in on itself—fire, smoke, fury.