Chapter 5 - The Trap is Set
Damian kept his custom pistol perfectly steady.
He processed Vincent's desperate explanation in absolute silence.
"The pilot," Damian finally said, lowering the weapon slightly.
"The pilot has access to the jet's encrypted communications," Vincent confirmed, exhaling loudly.
Caitlyn felt a massive wave of relief wash over her trembling body.
She had never wanted to believe that Vincent was a traitor.
"We cannot just accuse the pilot without concrete proof," Damian decided.
"We need to catch the mole in the act before he tips off the Chicago boss."
Damian formulated a dangerous plan with ruthless efficiency.
He grabbed a heavy two-way radio from the command desk.
He switched it to the general security channel used by all compound staff.
"Vincent, prep the armored car for immediate departure," Damian announced loudly into the radio.
"Caitlyn and I are leaving through the underground escape tunnel in exactly five minutes."
He released the button and tossed the radio back onto the table.
"Now we wait in the dark and see who takes the bait," Damian whispered.
He led Caitlyn down a narrow, winding staircase toward the subterranean garage.
The concrete space was massive, filled with rows of modified black SUVs.
Damian pulled Caitlyn strictly behind a thick structural pillar near the tunnel entrance.
He pressed her back against the cold wall, shielding her completely with his broad chest.
They waited together in the pitch-black, suffocating silence.
Caitlyn could hear Damian's steady, calming heartbeat resting against her cheek.
Five agonizing minutes passed without a single sound disturbing the garage.
Suddenly, the faint squeak of a rubber tactical sole echoed across the concrete floor.
Someone was creeping toward the tunnel entrance to ambush them.
The figure moved with terrifying precision, holding a heavy silenced pistol.
Damian silently reached into his custom shoulder holster and gripped his own weapon.
The intruder stepped slowly into a sliver of moonlight filtering through the overhead vent.
Caitlyn held her breath, fully expecting to see the pilot's familiar face.
The pale moonlight slowly illuminated the traitor's sharp features.
Caitlyn gasped loudly, her hands instantly flying to cover her mouth.
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It was not the pilot at all.
It was the senior bodyguard who had ridden in the back of their private jet.
