Chapter 13 - The Mercenaries Close In On Wine Cellar
Back down in the sub-basement levels, the remaining mercenary unit leader cursed as his comms failed to reach the team inside.
He signaled to his three remaining men, gesturing toward the open iron utility hatch leading down into the dark wine cellar.
“Clear the sub-level and eliminate any resistance,” the leader ordered in harsh Italian, his hand resting on his rifle grip.
They dropped into the cellar one by one, their night-vision goggles illuminating the wreckage of broken wine bottles and blood.
“They went this way,” one mercenary whispered, pointing his flashlight beam toward the stone stairs leading up to the kitchen.
They formed a tight tactical wedge, moving with lethal precision toward the hidden exit of the subterranean labyrinth.
They had no idea that Grace had spent four months learning every acoustic blind spot in that exact stone corridor.
She wasn't running anymore.
She was waiting for them in the pitch-black shadows just beyond the doorway.
Evelyn was upstairs confronting Sofia’s operative, leaving Grace alone to defend the lower threshold against professional killers.
The first mercenary pushed open the cellar door, stepping cautiously into the dimly lit pantry space above.
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A tiny whisper echoed in his ear just before a wooden baton struck the back of his tactical helmet with shattering force.
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