Chapter 21 - The Snowstorm Stand
The front cabin doors were kicked open, and three masked mercenaries rushed into the living room with weapons raised.
Marcus fired from behind the stone fireplace, neutralizing the first two attackers with lethal tactical precision.
Mark flanked the third mercenary, driving a combat knife into his tactical vest strap and disarming him instantly.
Outside in the swirling white blizzard, three remaining mercenaries fired blind bursts through the wooden walls.
Mark slipped out the rear service door into the freezing storm, using the thick snow cover to stalk the enemy.
Wearing his navy blue jacket with the US flag patch, Mark moved like a phantom through the pines he knew so well.
He surprised the mercenary sniper from behind, knocking him unconscious into a heavy snowbank with a forceful strike.
Marcus stepped out onto the porch, laying down suppressive fire that forced the final two attackers to surrender.
State police cruisers and FBI helicopters arrived ten minutes later, their spotlights piercing through the fading storm clouds.
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Mark rushed back down into the cellar, pulling Lily into his arms as tears of pure victory filled his eyes.
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