A Legacy of Codes

Nathan's vision blurred as the chaos in the sealed chamber reached a crescendo. Grayson's voice boomed over the cacophony, commanding his men.

"Subdue them," he ordered. "Subdue them," he ordered, his eyes cold as he surveyed the scene.

Within moments, armed guards swarmed the room, pinning Nathan, Catherine, and Alex.

Grayson stepped forward, his boots clicking against the tiled floor. "Sit," he commanded, his voice sharp.

Nathan glared at him, but the muzzle of a rifle pressed against his temple left him no choice. Reluctantly, he sank into the chair, his muscles tense and ready to spring at the first opportunity.

Grayson turned to Richard; his smile smug. "You've been holding out on us, old man. Time to give up the fail-safe."

Richard's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "You think it's that simple?"

Grayson's smile faltered. "I know it is. And if you don't tell me, I'll ensure none of you leave this room alive."