Chapter 8 - The Safehouse Rescue
Julian and Marcus tracked a ping from Chloe's cream cardigan tag, which contained a subtle GPS tracking thread.
The signal led them deep into the dense pine forests of suburban New Hampshire, outside an isolated cabin.
Through long-range thermal night-vision scopes, Marcus spotted two armed syndicate mercenaries guarding the porch.
"They have the cabin surrounded, Mr. Vance," Marcus reported, preparing his suppressed rifle.
"We take them down silently," Julian ordered, his protective instincts flaring for the child who saved his life.
Marcus moved through the dark woods like a shadow, neutralizing the outer guard with swift tactical precision.
Julian kicked open the cabin's rear service door, holding a sidearm as he stepped inside the dimly lit hallway.
In the center room, Chloe sat tied to a wooden chair, holding her sky blue dress tightly while a gunman stood over her.
Julian fired a single precise shot into the attacker's shoulder, sending him crashing onto the hardwood floor.
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Chloe looked up, her innocent face filling with relief as Julian rushed forward to untie her ropes.
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