Chapter 18 - A Tense Nighttime Standoff Tests Little Ellie’s Courage
The wooden front door burst inward, sending shards of timber flying across the dusty cabin living room floor.
Two armed men in black tactical gear stepped through the threshold, sweeping their rifle sights across the empty room.
“Clear!” one mercenary barked into his shoulder radio, stepping forward toward the kitchen threshold.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the root cellar beneath their feet as a floorboard snapped upward.
The second mercenary spun around, aiming his rifle down into the dark, damp subterranean crawlspace below.
“Drop your weapon!” a voice echoed from the shadows of the cellar stairs.
Elena stood at the bottom of the ladder, holding the hunting rifle steady with her finger resting on the trigger.
At the same time, Nathan stepped out from behind the stone chimney behind them, his pistol pressed against the first man’s spine.
“Drop the rifles, or the next sound you hear won't be a warning,” Nathan ordered coldly, his voice echoing in the small room.
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The mercenaries hesitated, looking at each other before slowly lowering their weapons to the wooden floorboards.
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