Chapter 17 - Federal Marshals Surround The Estate Before The Sunrise
Back on the Berkshire mountain road, the heavy Maybach slammed into the wrought-iron gates with a deafening metallic screech.
The reinforced steel barrier bent inward under the immense torque, finally snapping off its concrete hinges and crashing into the mud.
James surged the vehicle through the wreckage, racing up the winding private driveway toward the safety of the main stone mansion.
The tactical mercenaries firing from the tree line scattered as red and blue sirens suddenly flashed through the dense mountain fog.
Three federal tactical helicopter gunships roared overhead, dropping searchlights onto the rogue mercenaries scrambling for their vehicles.
“This is Federal Marshal Command! Drop your weapons immediately or expect immediate aerial engagement!” a voice boomed from the chopper.
The mercenaries dropped their assault rifles instantly, throwing their hands into the air as local state police swarmed the area.
Inside the Maybach, Elena let out a long, shuddering breath, pulling little Lily close as the danger finally receded into the night.
“We made it, Daddy... we’re finally safe inside the estate,” Elena whispered, kissing Arthur’s knuckles gratefully.
Arthur nodded slowly, looking back down the winding driveway as the federal convoy secured the perimeter entirely.
“The nightmare is over, Elena... Richard and Marcus are being arrested as we speak in the downtown mansion,” Arthur assured her.
The Maybach pulled up to the grand front doors of the Berkshire retreat, where a medical team and loyal security guards waited.
James cut the engine, opening the rear door to let the cool, clean mountain air sweep into the vehicle cabin.
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Arthur stepped out first, offering his hand to his daughter as they walked together into their secure, hard-fought sanctuary.
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