Chapter 45 - Descent into the Mountain
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We walked confidently toward the lower security checkpoint, the snow crunching loudly beneath our boots. I carried the briefcase with an air of arrogant entitlement, playing the role of an impatient billionaire.
Two heavily armed Swiss contractors stepped out of the guardhouse, raising their hands to stop us. "Halt. The facility is currently on private lockdown for a VIP client."
"I am a VIP client," I snapped in flawless German, channeling every ounce of cold arrogance I could muster. I shoved the forged black card into the guard's chest. "I have a scheduled deposit for Vault 42. Check the registry, or I will have your employer terminate your contract by noon."
The guard hesitated, intimidated by my tone. He took the card and swiped it into his tablet.
The screen flashed green. Authorization Confirmed.
He nodded apologetically, handing the card back. "My apologies, sir. Step into the funicular. Please place any metallic items in the tray."
Irene and I passed through the millimeter-wave scanner without an issue, the ceramic pistol strapped to my leg remaining completely undetected.
The heavy steel doors of the funicular train hissed shut, trapping us inside a reinforced glass cabin. With a loud, mechanical groan, the train began its steep ascent up the cliff face, carrying us directly into the heart of the mountain.
"That was too easy," Irene whispered, her eyes scanning the dark tunnel as we entered the rock.
"They rely on the mountain's natural defenses," I replied softly.
The train came to a smooth halt. The doors opened to reveal a massive, cavernous subterranean lobby carved from solid granite. Polished marble floors reflected the soft amber lighting.
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But standing in the center of the lobby, waiting for us, were four of Thorne’s elite syndicate mercenaries. Their weapons were already drawn and aimed squarely at our chests.
"Mr. Thorne was wondering if you would actually show up," the lead mercenary smirked. "Drop the briefcase. You're coming with us."
