Chapter 138 The Mercenary Grid
Amelia - The Pursuit
Amelia Grant tore through the torrential rain, her black tactical vehicle skidding violently across the slick Brooklyn pavement as she ignored every traffic light on the grid.
Her handheld terminal was still throwing dark error codes, but her field intelligence mind was already manually calculating the escape vectors. Daniel Cross wouldn't risk moving Teresa through public transit, and he certainly wouldn't stay near the Mason tower now that the server wipe was live.
"Derek, do you possess my tracking coordinates?" Amelia shouted into her radio, her voice a steady, lethal thread against the sound of the storm.
"I am currently tracking three miles behind your position, Amelia!"
Derek’s rough baritone cracked through the static.
"The shipyard team left a trail of encrypted transponder signatures heading straight toward the industrial docks. Victor Hale has a cargo freighter scheduled to clear the harbor at dawn."
"They are going to move her onto international waters," Amelia stated flatly, her hands tightening around the steering wheel as she pushed the engine to its absolute limit.
"The moment that boat clears the three-mile limit, our agency contracts are legally voided. We have to intercept the transport before they reach the slip."
"We will intercept them, Amelia," Derek growled softly over the line, a fierce, protective fire hardening his tone. "I don't care about the agency bylaws, and I don't care about the Mason inheritance. We are pulling Teresa out of that grid tonight, even if we have to sink the entire harbor."
Amelia caught a fleeting glimpse of a large, black transport vehicle blowing through a construction barrier two hundred yards ahead of her position. Her eyes narrowed into predatory slits.
"I have visual contact on Cross’s primary extraction unit," Amelia issued her final directive. "I am engaging the target now, Derek. Cover my six."