Glass exploded inward.
The sound was deafening — sharp cracks followed by the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground outside. Smoke grenades rolled through the shattered windows, spilling thick gray fog across the floor.
Noah screamed upstairs.
Alex moved instantly.
“Down!” he ordered.
Lena dropped behind the couch as bullets tore through the wall where she had been standing seconds earlier. Plaster rained over her hair and shoulders.
Ivan cursed, dragging equipment cables aside as he reached for a hidden compartment beneath the console.
“They’re faster than expected!”
Alex fired toward the windows with controlled precision, forcing the attackers back temporarily.
“How many?” he shouted.
Ivan checked the external feeds — distorted but partially functional.
“At least eight. Tact
