“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

floor, conference suite. We have visual confirmation of hostile surveillance team in the lobby.”

“Time frame?”

“Four minutes since last ping. They’re scanning exits.”

“Lockdown protocol?”

“Initiated. Hotel security believes it’s a fire drill. Civilians are being moved to designated safe zones.”

I glanced toward the ballroom doors, currently closed. Through continue reading …