Chapter 3 - The Black SUV Convoy Encircles The New York Mansion
Outside the tall wrought-iron security gates of the Upstate New York estate, six heavy black suburban utility vehicles pulled into formation.
Their high-beam LED lights pierced the fog hanging over the manicured lawn, illuminating the private security guards patrolling the front perimeter.
Before Carter’s guards could pull their sidearms, twelve heavily armed tactical operatives wearing unmarked black gear stepped silently out into the night.
The lead operative tapped his helmet radio twice, broadcasting a low, steady signal directly to the master server inside the mansion.
“Target house surrounded. Secondary perimeter locked. Awaiting command from the Chairman to secure the entry points,” the operative reported calmly.
Inside the living room, Carter’s smartphone began buzzing wildly on the marble coffee table, vibrating continuously against the hard glass top.
He scrambled to pick it up, his trembling fingers sliding across the screen to accept the incoming call from his private security chief.
“Boss! We have a problem!” his security chief screamed through the speaker, the sound of heavy boots crunching on gravel audible behind him.
“There are black trucks blocking the main drive! Our communications array was completely fried ten seconds ago by a military electromagnetic jammer!”
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Carter dropped the phone, the screen shattering against the hard floor as Victoria gasped, her face draining of every drop of color.
Elena pulled a small velvet cloth from her pocket, calmly wiping a tiny drop of blood from her cheek as she watched them panic.
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