Chapter 11 - Shadows in the Hallway|
The lead intruder signaled his team using hand gestures. One moved toward the west wing where Harold’s bedroom was located, while the other two headed straight for the grand staircase leading to Ethan’s quarters.
They weren't here to rob the place. They were here for an execution.
Naomi didn't hesitate. She stepped silently out from behind the pillar behind the trailing mercenary, wrapped her arm around his neck in a sleeper hold, and drove her thumb into his carotid pressure point. The man went limp in four seconds without firing a shot.
She caught his rifle before it hit the floor and lowered his body silently to the rug.
The second mercenary turned, noticing his partner missing. "Ghost, status?" he whispered into his radio.
Naomi stepped into his line of sight, firing two silent rounds directly into his chest body armor, throwing him off balance before closing the distance and striking his temple with the butt of her pistol. He dropped like a stone.
The third mercenary near the staircase whipped around, raising his rifle.
"Move and you die," Naomi called out from the shadows, her voice flat and commanding.
The mercenary hesitated, staring at the woman in the maid's uniform holding a suppressed weapon with expert posture.
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"Who the hell are you?" the mercenary growled, his finger twitching on the trigger.
Naomi fired once, taking out the light fixture directly above his head, plunging the foyer into pitch darkness.
