The service tunnel between Banque de Genève and the Freeport was lit only by the green glow of emergency exit signs. Behind them, the heavy wrought-iron blast gate had been slammed shut and secured with an explosive thermite weld, fusing the iron deadbolts into solid molten slag. The sounds of gunfire and shouted orders from De Winter's contractors faded into the distance behind three feet of reinforced concrete. Marco, Elena,…
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