The deafening crash of the splintering oak doors still hung in the air as Kael strode into the Atrium.
Thirty of Dante’s guards swung their assault rifles toward the intruder, fingers tightening on the triggers. But before a single shot could be fired, Kael raised his customized M4 carbine and squeezed off a precise, three-round burst.
The bullets shattered the massive crystal chandelier hanging directly above Dante's guards. A cascade of heavy, razor-sharp glass rained down, sending the men diving for cover with shouts of panic.
"Drop your weapons!" Kael roared, his voice carrying the terrifying authority of a military commander. "Anyone holding a gun in three seconds gets a bullet between the eyes. One! Two!"
The clatter of heavy steel hitting the marble floor echoed through the room
