Chapter 10 - THE SAFEHOUSE AMBUSH
Three hours later, a heavy blizzard swept over upstate New York, blanketing the isolated FBI safehouse in thick white snow. Maya stood by the window of the cabin, drinking a hot cup of tea while Agent Vance reviewed tactical maps on his laptop.
"We move you to a secure military base in Maryland at dawn, Maya," Vance said, looking up from his screen. "Richard is getting desperate, and he has deep connections with private security contractors."
Suddenly, the power in the cabin flickered and died, plunging the room into absolute darkness. Outside, the low rumble of an unlit engine vibrated through the freezing air.
"Get down!" Vance yelled, pulling his sidearm as high-caliber round shattered the front window glass.
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Maya dropped to the floor, her dark leggings sliding over the wooden floorboards as she crawled beneath a heavy oak table. Through the broken window, the red laser sights of automatic rifles scanned the interior of the cabin.
"They found us!" Vance shouted over the deafening noise of gunfire, returning fire toward the dark tree line outside. "Take the basement passage, Maya! Move now!"
