Chapter 7 - THE GHOST IN THE DARK
The mercenaries were well-paid, but they lacked combat discipline. They grouped together, their flashlights waving wildly through the dark gardens, making them perfect targets.
I moved through the manicured hedges, silent and lethal.
I grabbed the first mercenary from behind, pulling him into the bushes and applying a blood choke until he went limp. I took his radio.
"Team two, report," a voice crackled over the comms.
I didn't answer. I just keyed the mic twice.
Fear is a powerful weapon. By the time I reached the back doors of the mansion, I had neutralized eight mercenaries without firing a single shot. The remaining guards were panicked, shooting at shadows and screaming at each other in the dark.
I breached the mansion through the basement wine cellar. Leo and Victor Jr. were guarding the main staircase with shotguns, shaking like leaves.
I rolled a tear gas canister down the hallway.
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The thick white smoke erupted. Leo and Victor started coughing violently, firing their shotguns blindly into the smoke. I dropped from the ceiling rafters behind them, sweeping their legs out and neutralizing them with two heavy strikes to the back of their heads.
Five sons down. Only Jax and Marcus remained.
