Chapter 5 - Breach at the Safehouse
The storm returned with violent fury at dawn, howling against the estate’s reinforced stone exterior. Deep inside the subterranean security hub, Marcus adjusted the monitor feeds, watching the infrared sensors along the five-acre perimeter fence.
Suddenly, three red alarm lights flashed simultaneously on the western tree line.
"Boss," Marcus said over the comms, his voice tight. "We have motion on the perimeter fence. Tactical group, six men, armed with silenced submachine guns. They used thermal cloaks to bypass the front gate sensors."
Gideon stood in the armory, adjusting a shoulder holster housing a heavy tactical pistol. "Kozlov found us faster than expected. Senator Vance must have used federal cell tower pings to track the ambulance's route."
"What are your orders?" Marcus asked, clicking the safety off his rifle.
"Move Norah and Clara into the central panic vault," Gideon commanded. "Activate the perimeter defense grid. If Kozlov thinks he can step onto my land and breathe my air, show him why the Vale family owns this city."
On the western lawn, six heavily armed hitmen moved through the thick snow, their dark tactical gear blending into the blizzard. They carried plastic explosives designed to breach the estate’s heavy oak back doors.
They didn't make it five yards onto the lawn.
Spotlights flared to life from the estate's stone towers, blinding the assault team!
"Fire!" Marcus bellowed into his radio.
Gideon’s private security detail, stationed behind reinforced stone balustrades, opened fire with suppressed rifles. The snow exploded with red bursts as three of the hitmen were neutralized instantly in the crossfire!
Gideon stepped onto the rear patio, moving through the snow with the calm, terrifying precision of a master hunter. He raised his heavy pistol, firing two clean shots that took down a fourth assassin attempting to reach the patio stairs!
The remaining hitman panicked, dropping his weapon and throwing his hands up in the snow. "DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! I was just paid to set the breaching charge!"
Gideon walked up to the kneeling hitman, grabbing him by the tactical vest and dragging him up until their faces were inches apart. The cold wind whipped Gideon’s coat around them like the wings of a dark angel.
"Tell Kozlov that his time is up," Gideon whispered into the man's ear, his voice colder than the snow falling around them. "Tell him I am coming for him. And tell Senator Vance to pick out his prison cell."
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Gideon shoved the terrified hitman back into the snow. "Run. Before I change my mind."
The man didn't look back, sprinting wildly through the snow toward the dark forest, desperate to escape the nightmare he had stumbled into.
