Thursday, 9:30 AM. The Georgetown Townhouse.
The opening bell of the New York Stock Exchange rang, and the slaughter began.
The study had been transformed from a tactical bunker into a high-frequency trading floor. Victoria Sterling and Sofia Aldridge sat side-by-side at the mahogany table, each commanding two of Nia's high-resolution monitors. They were no longer the terrified victims of a federal witch hunt; they were apex predators who had just been handed the financial equivalent of a nuclear arsenal.
Two billion dollars in liquid, untraceable capital.
"Initiating the first wave," Victoria said, her voice a smooth, icy purr. She typed a sequence of commands, her manicured nails clicking rhythmically against the keys. "I'm deploying three hundred million through the Seychelles shell companies. We are aggressively shorting Apex Munitions."
