Chapter 9 - THE TACTICAL FIGHT
The heavy lamp hit the guard with a loud crack, dropping him to the marble floor in a heap of groans.
Mr. Cole lunged forward, grabbing the second gunman’s wrist and twisting it upward until the pistol fired into the ceiling.
Plaster dust rained down as Mr. Cole drove a brutal elbow into the operative's ribs, disarming him in one swift move.
Victoria gasped in shock, dropping her silver syringe as she scrambled backward toward the private elevator.
"Clara! Run to the panic room behind the bookshelf!" Mr. Cole yelled, holding off the recovering guard on the floor.
Clara didn't hesitate; she dashed toward the study, slamming her hand against the hidden release button on the wooden shelf.
The heavy mahogany bookshelf swung open, revealing an iron-reinforced safe room equipped with independent communications.
Clara pulled baby Maya inside, pulling the heavy steel door shut just as bullet impacts peppered the wooden frame.
Inside the dark, quiet panic room, Clara engaged the three heavy mechanical deadbolts, sealing them inside safety.
She sank to her knees on the padded carpet, pressing her crying baby girl against her chest in the dark.
Over the internal intercom system, she could hear the muffled sounds of heavy fighting taking place in the living room.
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Then, a sudden, horrifying gunshot echoed through the speakers, followed by a heavy body crashing to the floor.
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