The sound of their footsteps on the gravel path was muffled by the night, but the air was thick with the unmistakable feeling of danger. Every nerve in Sophia’s body was alert, and her hand instinctively brushed the cold metal of the gun at her side. The compound ahead of them was massive, a fortress designed to keep out anyone who dared get too close. But they were here, and there was no turning back now.
James led the way, his movements efficient, his eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. Micah followed closely, his shotgun at the ready, ever the protector. Evelyn brought up the rear, her gaze flicking to the surrounding trees, alert for any signs of movement. The plan had been simple get in, get the intel, and get out but as they neared the compound’s perimeter, Sophia felt the wei
