Chapter 2 - The Extraction
I slammed the laptop shut and grabbed my tactical go-bag from the closet.
Garrick knew someone was watching him, and he would take his anger out on my mother.
I sprinted to my car and drove recklessly through the dark suburban streets.
The rain beat violently against my windshield, matching the frantic pounding of my heart.
I arrived at their sprawling estate and bypassed the front gate using a cloned electronic key.
I found my mother in the kitchen, frantically trying to pack a small suitcase.
Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely close the zipper.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and told her we had to leave immediately.
She whispered that Garrick had called the house phone two minutes ago.
He had told her he was coming home early to deal with a severe pest problem.
I pulled my mother toward the garage, keeping my hand hovering near the concealed weapon at my waist.
Just as we reached the heavy oak front door, the handle began to turn slowly.
I pushed my mother behind me and drew my firearm, aiming squarely at the center of the wood.
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The door swung open, but it was not Garrick standing on the porch.
It was two massive men in dark suits holding suppressed submachine guns.
