Chapter 12
The heavy door swung open slowly, revealing two masked operatives dressed head-to-toe in matte-black tactical gear with suppressed carbines.
Sarah didn't hesitate for a single microsecond; she lunged forward, slamming the heavy wooden door outward against the lead operative's chest.
The man grunted in surprise, stumbling backward into the hallway while Sarah grabbed his weapon barrel and deflected it toward the ceiling.
The second operative raised his carbine, aiming directly at Sarah with cold, lethal intent as she wrestled with his partner in the doorway.
Clara acted on pure maternal instinct, grabbing a heavy glass water pitcher from the bedside table and hurling it with all her remaining strength.
The pitcher struck the second operative squarely in the temple, shattering into a thousand sparkling fragments and knocking him off balance.
Sarah used the distraction to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick to the first operative's knee, snapping the joint with a sickening crunch.
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Both assassins collapsed onto the hospital floor, writhing in pain as Sarah secured their suppressed firearms and tossed them into the room.
"We need to move, right now; this floor has been thoroughly compromised by professional hit squads," Sarah ordered, her voice laced with adrenaline.
