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The distraction bought Vega a precious second. He
spun, disarming him, then knocked out two more with
his rifle butt.
"Liam!" Evelyn’s voice. Faint. Raspy.
Liam looked at her. Her eyes were open, clear,
focused.
"The power conduit!" Evelyn gasped, her voice
barely a whisper. "The main line! It's… it's still active!
Below the floor!"
Liam stared at her, then at the floor. A seam in the
concrete. A hidden access panel.
"Vega! The floor!" he yelled. "There's a panel! The
main power conduit!"
Vega glanced at Liam, then at the floor. He broke
free from his attackers, grabbing a heavy, metallic
crowbar from a nearby equipment rack. He bashed it
into the seam in the floor.
The concrete cracked. The panel groaned.
The Director. The Last Stand.
The Director, having recovered from Vega’s initial
strike, watched the scene unfold. His elite operatives,
his impenetrable facility – they were being
overwhelmed by two men.
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