Chapter 16 - The Final Showdown
“Your tactical team is outnumbered and outgunned, Lawson,” Vane stated, raising his hand to order his men to fire.
Before he could lower his arm, the deafening roar of automatic weapons fire erupted from the surrounding treeline.
Prescott had arrived with my second tactical wave, ambushing Vane’s mercenaries from their flank in the woods.
Chaos erupted in the clearing as Vane’s men were cut down before they could execute their commander's order.
Marcus tackled Vane to the muddy ground, disarming the old man and securing his wrists in tactical zip-ties.
The clearing fell quiet again, save for the rain and the steady, thunderous thump of the helicopter blades above.
I rushed back to Genevieve, inspecting her for any injuries sustained during the chaotic firefight.
“Are you okay?” I asked frantically, holding her face between my wet hands.
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“I’m fine, Lawson... just get our babies their medicine,” she begged, looking toward the transit case in Marcus's hands.
We strapped into the helicopter winch harnesses, lifting high above the burning compound into the stormy skies.
