Chapter 15
Ethan moved through the dense, snow-covered pine trees like a shadow in the night.
Wearing night-vision goggles, he moved effortlessly through the darkness, picking off perimeter guards one by one before they even knew he had crossed the outer wall.
He reached the heavy oak back doors of the mansion, picking the lock in under three seconds.
Ethan stepped into the darkened kitchen, his thermal scope sweeping the hallway.
Two mercenaries stepped into the corridor, flashlights attached to their assault rifles.
Ethan fired two rounds through the drywall; the high-velocity bullets passing through the plaster and neutralizing both targets instantly.
He swept through the lower level of the mansion, taking out the security detail with surgical, terrifying precision.
In less than four minutes, seven elite mercenaries lay neutralized across the marble halls.
Ethan reached the heavy double doors leading into the grand library.
He placed his hand on the brass handle, feeling the faint vibration of footsteps inside.
Ethan kicked the doors open, ducking low as a hail of automatic gunfire shredded the wooden door frame above his head.
Reznov was taking cover behind a massive leather sofa, spraying bullets toward the entryway.
Ethan rolled behind a solid oak bookshelf, books raining down around him as heavy rounds tore through the shelves.
"You are good, Captain Cross!" Reznov shouted over the gunfire. "But you are fighting for a dead memory!"
"Your child is gone! Your wife will be an invalid!"
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Ethan didn't respond with words; he unclipped a smoke grenade from his vest, pulling the pin and tossing it into the center of the library.
Thick white smoke instantly filled the room, blinding thermal vision and choking the air.
