Chapter 16 - BREACHING HANGAR 4
The Ford F-150 tore through the chain-link perimeter fence of the Blackwood Valley private airstrip.
In the distance, a twin-engine cargo plane was idling on the dark runway, its propellers spinning loudly.
Three armed guards dressed in unmarked black tactical gear were loading wooden crates into the rear cargo bay.
Ethan cut his headlights, coasting his truck to a quiet stop behind a stack of fuel drums near Hangar 4.
He unbuckled Max’s harness, looking into his loyal dog's intelligent, focused eyes.
"Max, silent approach... take the guard on the left," Ethan instructed in a disciplined whisper.
Ethan drew his sidearm, slipping around the fuel drums under the cover of the roaring engine noise.
Max moved like a shadow through the darkness, leaping onto the first guard and bringing him down without a sound.
Ethan stepped up behind the second guard, neutralizing him with a swift, non-lethal tactical strike to the neck.
The third guard turned around, raising his assault rifle, but Ethan grabbed the barrel and twisted it away.
Ethan disarmed the man in one fluid motion, kicking him back into the snow where Marcus was waiting with handcuffs.
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"Federal agents are five minutes out, Ethan! The plane is preparing to taxi!" Marcus shouted over the engine roar.
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