Chapter 17 - Syndicate Operatives Conduct Reconnaissance Outside The Suburban Estate
At 2:00 a.m., a sleek, black European luxury sedan crept slowly down the suburban street with its headlights turned off.
Inside the vehicle, two masked operatives in tailored suits surveyed Mark’s brightly lit estate with cold calculation.
“The house is heavily guarded by federal agents; a direct assault tonight is too risky,” the driver spoke in a heavy foreign accent.
“We don't need a direct assault tonight. We just need to remind him that our reach extends far beyond local courts,” the passenger sneered.
The sedan rolled past the driveway without stopping, disappearing seamlessly into the cool autumn fog blanketing the suburb.
Unknown to them, the high-definition thermal cameras mounted on Mark’s roof captured every second of their license plate and movement.
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Agent Miller radioed Mark immediately, transmitting the intercepted reconnaissance data straight to his desktop monitor.
“They’re testing our defenses, Mr. Bennett. Standard psychological warfare before making a formal move,” Miller analyzed over the radio.
