Chapter 17 - Corporate Assassins Track Their Digital Signals Through The Woods
Nathan raised his finger to his lips, signaling absolute silence as he drew the sheriff’s stolen pistol from his waistband.
“They tracked the hospital van’s onboard GPS unit,” Elena cursed softly under her breath, kicking herself for forgetting.
Heavy footsteps crunched across the gravel path outside the cabin door, followed by the metallic click of a rifle bolt.
“Reynolds! We know you’re in there! Come out with your hands up and no one else gets hurt!” a voice shouted outside.
Nathan looked at Sarah, then down at Ellie who was now clutching her mother’s leg with wide, frightened eyes.
“Take Ellie through the root cellar trapdoor in the kitchen floor,” Nathan commanded in a low, fierce tone.
“I’m not leaving you here to die again, Nathan,” Sarah said firmly, refusing to budge an inch.
“You aren't leaving him alone either,” Elena said, pulling a heavy hunting rifle down from a rack above the fireplace.
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The front door began to splinter as a heavy iron ram smashed against the deadbolt with brutal force.
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