Chapter 8 - The Assault
The perimeter fence’s power junction was situated fifty yards from the northern guard shack.
Liam moved like a specter through the trees. He reached the junction box, placed a small shaped breaching charge on the main transformer, and backed away into the shadows.
POF.
A soft, muffled detonation blew the internal relays. The perimeter floodlights blinked out instantly, plunging the northern sector of the compound into pitch-black darkness.
"Perimeter breach! Guard Shack Four, report!" a voice shouted in the dark.
Before the guard could raise his rifle, Odin lunged out of the darkness. The German Shepherd executed a flawless, silent takedown, slamming the guard into the gravel driveway and pinning him before he could sound his whistle.
Liam moved past the guard shack, stepping smoothly onto the tarmac under the cover of the howling storm.
Two patrol officers ran toward the darkened fence line with flashlights. Liam fired four quick, suppressed shots, dropping both men before they realized where the breach had occurred.
On the runway, Sterling heard the commotion and whirled around. "Get those crates locked down! Get us airborne now!"
The cargo plane's engines began to whine, the twin turbines spinning up into a high-pitched roar.
"Odin, disarm the pilot!" Liam roared, shedding his sniper veil and sprinting across the open tarmac toward the taxiing plane.
Odin bolted like lightning. He vaulted up the metal steps of the open rear cargo ramp just as it began to lift off the ground.
Inside the cargo bay, two armed guards turned toward the ramp. Odin hit the first guard at full speed, sending him tumbling out the open back of the plane onto the wet asphalt twenty feet below.
Liam grabbed the edge of the rising ramp, swinging his body up and over the steel lip into the interior of the plane.
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Sterling was inside the main cabin, clutching a red remote detonator connected to the flight’s telemetry system. "Beckett!" Sterling screamed over the deafening roar of the engines. "You're too late! I'll blow this plane over Seattle!"
"You won't live to see the crash," Liam growled, stepping forward with his sidearm leveled directly at Sterling’s chest.
