Chapter 24 - THE TACTICAL EVACUATION
Before the Mother could drop the phone, the front windows of the safehouse shattered inward with explosive force.
"Get down, Sarah! Under the table!" the Mother screamed, grabbing her daughter and shielding her with her body.
Armed operatives in black tactical gear poured through the broken glass, their suppressed weapons scanning the rooms.
They weren't local police; they moved with the lethal, terrifying efficiency of elite international mercenaries.
"Secure the woman and the child! Leave no witnesses!" the lead operative barked through his radio comms.
The Mother shoved Sarah toward the back pantry door, locking it from the outside to keep her hidden in the dark.
"Mommy, open the door! I'm scared!" Sarah cried out from inside, her voice muffled by the solid wood panel.
"Stay quiet, baby! I love you!" the Mother yelled back, turning around just as a heavy combat boot kicked the kitchen door open.
She grabbed a heavy iron skillet from the counter, swinging it with all her might at the nearest intruder's helmet.
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The man stumbled back, but a second operative stepped forward, striking her sharply across the temple with a rifle butt.
The world spun into darkness as the Mother collapsed to the polished hardwood floor, slipping into unconsciousness.
