Chapter 16
The massive iron security gates swung open automatically, inviting the two black vans directly into the cobblestone courtyard.
The vehicles skidded to a halt beneath the grand stone portico, their doors flying open simultaneously.
Six operatives in black tactical gear poured out of the vans, weapons raised as they approached the front entrance.
Before their boots could touch the mahogany double doors, the courtyard perimeter lights suddenly clicked off.
Pitch darkness swallowed the courtyard, followed instantly by the sharp, blinding flash of high-intensity strobe floodlights.
"Flashbangs! Take cover!" one of the tactical operatives screamed over the ringing alarm sirens.
Before they could raise their weapons, heavy electromagnetic pulse charges dropped from the roof eaves, disabling all tactical radios.
From the second-floor balcony above, Marcus Thorne and a team of elite federal security officers aimed non-lethal deterrent rifles downward.
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"Drop your weapons and hit the wet stone!" Marcus bellowed through a high-powered megaphone.
The operatives realized in a fraction of a second that they had walked directly into a military-grade kill zone.
