Chapter 12 - The Mountain Ambush
At 3:15 AM, the motion sensors along the northern perimeter fence suddenly flashed a brilliant, blinding crimson red.
Six elite mercenaries dressed in advanced snow-camouflage tactical gear scaled the high stone wall with silent precision.
Marcus—who had been granted a second chance to prove his absolute loyalty—monitored the thermal feeds from the basement command desk.
"Mr. Alexander, we have hostile movement entering the courtyard from the wood line," Marcus reported over the secure tactical radio.
Alexander walked down the carpeted hallway wearing his dark navy suit and black leather gloves, carrying a customized tactical rifle.
"Hold your fire until they reach the front porch; let them walk right into the kill zone," Alexander ordered with chilling calm.
The mercenaries crept stealthily across the snow-covered porch, raising their suppressed submachine guns toward the heavy timber front door.
The lead operative raised a heavy breaching charge, attaching it directly to the antique brass doorknob with quick, practiced movements.
Before the charge could be detonated, Alexander triggered the perimeter floodlights, illuminating the entire front yard in glaring white light.
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Simultaneously, four sniper rifles fired from the surrounding guard towers, neutralizing two of the intruders instantly in the snow.
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