Chapter 14 - Dominic Rainer’s Safehouse Is Compromised By Armed Enforcers
Hidden inside an abandoned textile mill near the state line, Dominic Rainer slammed his fist against a rusted steel table.
His phone was dead, his bank accounts were frozen, and federal agents were swarming every known highway exit out of Charlotte.
“Boss, we’ve got company coming up the access road; three black SUVs without license plates,” a lookout shouted from the upper floor.
Dominic grabbed his service pistol, his face twisted in desperate paranoia as he realized the police weren't the ones hunting him.
“Is it Whitmore’s private security team?” Dominic hissed, rushing toward the darkened window to peer outside.
Before the lookout could answer, the heavy wooden doors of the mill were blown inward by a synchronized breaching charge.
Thick smoke filled the cavernous room as armed operatives in tactical gear swarmed through the blinding white haze.
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Dominic raised his weapon, but a precision shot from a silenced rifle knocked the gun straight out of his hand.
He dropped to his knees, coughing and cursing as heavy boots pinned him face-first against the cold concrete floor.
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