Chapter 8 - The Breach
A massive explosion violently ripped the heavy steel doors of the shipping container completely off their hinges.
The massive shockwave knocked Vincent off his feet, sending his heavy pistol clattering into the dark corner of the room.
Damien stepped through the thick, acrid smoke like a terrifying avenging demon rising from hell.
His assault rifle barked loudly, immediately cutting down the two armed mercenaries standing guard near the entrance.
Vincent scrambled desperately to his feet and pulled a secondary weapon from a hidden ankle holster.
Maren used the chaotic distraction to desperately crawl toward the wooden crate, pulling her fragile baby into her arms.
Damien threw his empty rifle aside and charged Vincent directly with his bare hands.
The two massive men collided with bone-shattering force, crashing violently into the corrugated metal walls of the container.
Damien fought with the desperate, blinding rage of a father protecting his absolute entire world.
He delivered a brutal, merciless combination of blows that shattered Vincent's jaw and dropped him forcefully to his knees.
Damien turned around for a fraction of a second to make absolutely sure Maren and the baby were safe.
It was a singular, fatal mistake born completely out of love.
Vincent pulled a concealed switchblade from his dark sleeve and lunged forward with his last ounce of adrenaline.
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He drove the sharp blade deep into the side of Damien's chest, right between his ribs.
Maren screamed in absolute horror as Damien's crisp white shirt instantly blossomed with dark red blood.
