Chapter 8 - The Firestorm
Arthur lunged for the fire suppression system, ripping the manual release valve. The hangar erupted in a thick, choking fog of chemical foam. Marcus fired blindly, the bullets tearing through the air.
Arthur grabbed Lily and dived beneath the fuel trolley.
"Get to the fence!" he shouted. "The black SUV on the other side! That’s mine!"
"What about you?"
"I’m finishing the debt!"
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Arthur scrambled toward the cockpit of the plane, slamming the throttle forward. The jet surged, its engines screaming as it slammed into the fuel tanker parked on the tarmac.
The resulting explosion was a roar that seemed to swallow the world. Marcus vanished in the fire. Arthur crawled away from the heat, his clothes singed, his face blackened, watching the evidence of twenty years of greed turn to ash.
