Chapter 16 - THE MIDNIGHT ASSAULT ON THE ESTATE
Midnight settled over the Vance estate, draping the sprawling grounds in deep shadows and freezing autumn wind.
Outside the security perimeter, three unmarked black vans crept silently down the private wooded access road.
Inside the East Wing guest suite, Clara continued monitoring Marcus's vital signs as his spine adjusted to the treatment.
"Your reflexes are responding faster than expected, Mr. Vance. You're healing like an apex predator," Clara noted quietly.
Marcus opened his dark eyes, his hands twitching as he managed to wiggle his right big toe for the first time.
Suddenly, the estate's exterior security lighting flickered violently and plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
The automated emergency klaxons began to wail across the property, piercing the quiet night air with deafening urgency.
"We have an uninvited perimeter breach," Marcus growled, his survival instincts kicking in instantly.
He reached under his wheelchair cushion, pulling out a heavy, matte-black custom pistol with customized grip tattoos.
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Clara didn't panic; she calmly locked her medical kit and slipped a heavy steel scalpel into her jacket pocket.
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