Chapter 20 - THE TACTICAL CAPTURE
The glass terrace door shattered inward as a heavy boot kicked through the wooden frame with sudden violence.
The intruder stepped into the study, raising a suppressed firearm toward the glowing computer monitors.
"Drop your weapon on the floor right now!" Mark commanded in a sharp, authoritative voice from the shadows.
The intruder spun around, but before he could fire, floodlights outside blinded his night-vision goggles.
Front-door sirens wailed into the night as three county police cruisers swarmed the driveway with blazing lights.
Federal marshals burst through the study's side entrance, tackling the intruder to the floor in a flurry of motion.
"Secure the suspect! Watch his hands!" an officer shouted over the commotion of boots and commands.
The intruder's black tactical mask was ripped away, revealing a young man with a cold, expressionless European face.
"You're too late, Cole... the package was already shipped to Washington," the operative sneered defiantly.
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Mark lowered his sidearm slowly, his jaw clenched as he stared down at the captured foreign mercenary.
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