Elias dives under the table as suppressed gunfire chips the mahogany.
"You're playing a dangerous hand, Mr. Thorne. Or should I call you 'Control'?" secret_service_flash_in_the_night_tv_monte_carl...
Elias sprinted, vaulting over a gold-trimmed divan. He reached Vane just as the man prepared to zip-line down to a waiting speedboat. With a sharp strike to the wrist, the watch—and the drive hidden inside—skittered across the marble. 🛥️ The Escape Elias dives under the table as suppressed gunfire
He spots the pocket watch. Vane is moving toward the balcony. Or should I call you 'Control'
The "flash in the night" was now a full-scale searchlight from a Secret Service chopper. Elias grabbed the drive, kicked Vane back into the arms of the local authorities, and turned toward the open sea. "Package secured," Elias whispered into his comms.
Elias didn't flinch. "I’m just here for the vintage, Marcus. And the data."