Chapter 23 - Battle on the Steel Rafters
"You crazy bitch!" Camille shrieked, aiming her pistol upward to fire a second shot.
Her hand was suddenly yanked downward. Grant, crawling across the floor in a surge of desperation, grabbed a heavy metal folding chair and smashed it into the henchman's knee before lunging forward to tackle Camille. The gun flew out of her hand, splashing into the dark chemical waste below.
They fought wildly on the rain-slicked concrete floor.
High above, the lowering cable ground to a halt as Ruth wrapped her bleeding palms tightly around the pulley gear. The extreme friction tore through her skin, inflicting agonizing pain, but her grip remained absolute.
"Maisie... don't be afraid... I've got you..." Ruth gasped, her face pale from blood loss. Slipping her legs around the steel frame, she reached down, unbuckled the harness, and pulled the infant securely against her chest—just inches above the toxic liquid.
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"POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"
Blinding spotlights from dozens of tactical police vehicles flooded the warehouse. SWAT operatives surged through every entrance, instantly swarming and neutralizing Camille's remaining henchmen.
