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Chapter 7 - The Final StandI didn't waste a single second. I grabbed Clara by the shoulders, looking straight into her eyes.

"Marcus Vance. He's outside, and his men are trying to blow the panic room door."

Clara’s eyes flared with sudden, fierce determination. She didn't cower or ask questions. She reached down, unholstering a heavy-duty tactical taser from her belt—something she apparently carried for protection during her late-night hospital shifts—and handed it to me while keeping a heavy iron fireplace poker for herself.

"The panic room has an emergency ventilation chute leading down to the wine cellar," Clara said rapidly. "It's narrow, but a child can fit through it if the internal latch is released."

"Where is the manual release?"

"Inside the study's utility closet. Follow me!"

We sprinted through the master suite as a muffled, concussive thud shook the mansion's foundation, followed by the sickening sound of metal buckling under a thermal explosive charge. They were breaking through the safe room door.

I threw open the utility closet door, dropping to my knees and tearing away the wooden floor panels to reveal the dark, vertical ventilation shaft.

Clara was already punching the digital override code into the secondary wall panel connected to the safe room intercom.

"Matthew! Matthew, can you hear me?!" she shouted into the mic.

A faint, terrified voice crackled back through the speaker. "Clara! They're cutting through the door!"

"Listen to me, buddy," Clara said, her voice steady, filled with absolute authority and love. "You need to crawl into the back corner of the closet. There's a small metal hatch near the floor. Open it and slide down the chute. Your dad is waiting at the bottom. Can you do that for me?"

"I... I can't walk, Clara," Matthew sobbed through the speaker.

"You don't need to walk, Matthew! You just need to slide! Trust me!"

A split second later, the heavy sound of steel crashing inward echoed through the intercom.

“Found him!” a gruff voice yelled over the audio feed.

"Now, Matthew! Go!" Clara screamed.

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A loud clatter echoed from inside the safe room, followed by a breathless gasp. Through the open ventilation shaft beneath us, a small hand reached out of the darkness.

I dove forward, grabbing Matthew’s arm and hauling him out of the chute just as the heavy thud of combat boots echoed from the master study doorway behind us.

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