Chapter 2: The Fatal Mistake
Marcus regained his footing, his face flushing with a mixture of confusion and indignant fury. He didn't know who this man was, only that he was an intruder, a threat to his orderly, suffocating world.
"Who the hell are you?" Marcus shouted, reaching for the heavy brass lamp on the nightstand. "Security! Get in here!"
The intruder didn't flinch. He didn't look at Marcus. He only looked at Emily. He stepped into the room, his boots making no sound on the floor.
"Sir... they told us you died in combat..." Marcus stammered, the confidence draining from his voice as he recognized the scars on the man’s face. It was Elias Thorne. The legend. The man the government claimed had been KIA in a black-ops mission five years ago.
Elias didn't answer. He walked forward with a terrifying, rhythmic calmness. He stopped in front of Marcus, who was now backed against the wall.
"You made one fatal mistake, boy," Elias said, his voice dropping into a quiet, gravelly warning that echoed like thunder in the confined space. "My military specialty isn't just combat. It is Extraction and Disassembly."
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Marcus tried to stand his ground, but the sheer presence of the older man crushed his resolve. He felt small—not just physically, but morally. He looked at Beatrice, who had gone deathly pale, her hands shaking at her sides.
"You've been playing at being a powerful man," Elias continued, his gaze drifting to the surveillance cameras hidden in the corner of the room. "You thought you were a shark in this house. But you didn't realize that I’ve been watching from the water the entire time."
