CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN – FIGHTING FOR LOVE, LITERALLY

"A modest half-billion or so lushin' around all liquid-like, ain't that right? I reckon even a soft-headed lil' plaything like yourself could part with that much if it meant seein' lover-boy alive again, yes?" The voice's laughter echoed through the deserted factory floor as combat-helmeted figures in full tactical gear began pouring from every conceivable entrance and opening, switching their laser sights to LEED as they swarmed the space. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS! THIS IS THE POLICE!" Kayla instinctively hit the deck, hands clutching her head for cover as the armored gunmen on the catwalk opened up with deafening automatic fire. Red tracer streaks crisscrossed the darkness as cops and hostiles exchanged thunderous fusillades, the confined space instantly filling with choking gunsmoke. "Go go, move move!" a voice bellowed through the cacophony as Kayla felt herself being roughly hauled behind a bank of heavy machinery. A riot-shielded officer was crouched over her, snapping off bursts