Chapter 8 - Surviving A Midnight Mercenary Ambush At The Safehouse
Before Marcus could finish detailing their counter-offensive strategy, the electronic perimeter alarm on the kitchen laptop flashed bright crimson. Three high-intensity headlights swept across the front lawn, cutting through the darkness.
“Ambush!” Ethan roared, drawing his sidearm in a fluid motion. Heavy tactical boots slammed against the front porch, followed immediately by the deafening sound of a breaching charge blowing the front door off its hinges.
Glass shattered as automatic gunfire chewed through the living room drywall. Ethan and his Delta teammates dropped to prone positions, returning precise, disciplined suppressive fire toward the hallway entrance.
“Flashbangs through the front window!” Marcus shouted over the roar of gunfire. Two metallic cylinders bounced across the ruined hardwood floor before detonating with blinding white light and concussive sound waves.
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Ethan rolled behind the kitchen island as three masked mercenaries pushed into the room wearing heavy ceramic body armor. He raised his rifle and squeezed the trigger twice, dropping the lead attacker instantly.
Within ninety seconds, the brief, brutal firefight was over, leaving two mercenaries unconscious on the floor and one fleeing back toward the dark yard.
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