Chapter 9 - The Roof Escape
Before the corrupt attorney could pull the trigger, Margaret suddenly emerged from the thick white steam behind him.
She violently swung a heavy wooden plank, completely smashing the attorney directly in the back of the head.
He collapsed to the flooded concrete floor instantly, his gun splashing harmlessly into the deep puddles.
Margaret dropped the wooden plank, coughing heavily and looking at us with a strange mixture of shame and desperation.
I did not have time to forgive her, but I grabbed her arm and dragged her with us through the heavy loading dock doors.
We burst out into a narrow, enclosed concrete stairwell that led directly up to the factory roof.
We climbed three steep flights of stairs, our muscles completely burning with pure, exhausting adrenaline.
We kicked the heavy roof access door open and stumbled out into the freezing, pouring rain of the thunderstorm.
The fresh, cold air was an absolute shock to our lungs after breathing the toxic smoke and steam.
We ran across the vast, gravel-covered roof, desperately looking for an external fire escape to reach the ground.
But there was absolutely nowhere left to run, the factory standing alone in a deserted industrial park.
Suddenly, the deafening, rhythmic chopping sound of heavy helicopter blades cut through the loud thunder.
A sleek black private helicopter rose over the edge of the building and hovered aggressively near the roof.
Eleanor Whitmore stepped out onto the landing skid, completely tethered to the cabin and holding her pistol.
She screamed over the roaring engine that she would shoot my parents right now if I did not hand over the envelope.
Arthur stepped bravely in front of me again, yelling that she would have to kill him first.
Eleanor laughed wildly, the madness completely consuming her as she aimed the gun directly at my father.
I realized that we could not outrun bullets on a flat, completely open rooftop.
I reached into my torn dress, pulled out the yellow envelope, and held it high into the freezing rain.
I screamed at Eleanor that she was far too late, because I had already taken pictures of the blueprints.
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I lied flawlessly, shouting that I had emailed the digital copies to the FBI while we were trapped in the library vault.
Eleanor froze completely, her eyes widening in absolute horror as she realized her entire empire was already dead.
