Evan’s
Dressed in all black outfit to blend into the night, we arrived at the mansion given to us, “Clock starts now,” Beau muttered, sliding the bolt back on his rifle.
“Perimeter cams?” I whispered.
Enzo tapped the side of his headset.
“Looped. Five minutes before anyone notices.”
Five minutes.
Just long enough, if we didn’t screw up.
We slipped across the lawn, feet in sync, breaths held. Beau and Enzo broke off first, disappearing behind a line of sculpted hedges. The faintest whisper of suppressed shots followed, thup, thup, and two guards simply folded into the grass.
Sawyer smirked.
“They make it too easy.”
“Not over yet,” I said.
Another guard rounded the corner, his flashlight beamed. Before he could shout, Beau vaulted a banister and tackled him silent. A fourth man tr
