The alarm cut through the prison like a blade—shrill, urgent, undeniable. Vice President Elena Marsh had been waiting for that sound.
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Elena’s hands trembled, but her voice was steel. “Then we’d better make sure the world knows my security chief is the one who ordered it.” The alarm cut through the prison like a