PART 4: The Midnight Predators
The heavy oak door burst inward with violent force, revealing three men clad in tactical black gear and wearing dark face masks. The lawyer reacted instantly, shoving me behind the kitchen counter just as a sharp, muffled crack echoed through the narrow hallway. Dust and plaster erupted from the wall as I pressed my back against the cabinets, my heart hammering against my ribs.
These weren’t common street criminals looking for cash or jewelry; they moved with military precision, calling out target zones in low, harsh codes. They were the silent enforcers Carl had spent twenty years running from, coming to claim the classified files before they could reach public light. The lawyer drew a concealed sidearm from his jacket, firing twice toward the hallway to keep the attackers suppressed.
He grabbed my arm, hauling me toward the narrow basement stairs while dark shadows moved quickly across the living room windows. How did the attackers know the exact minute the lawyer delivered the briefcase? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
