Dominic
The hunting lodge loomed through the trees as our extraction team moved silently into position. Its rustic exterior betrayed nothing of the danger within—warm light spilled from windows, smoke curled from the chimney, a picture of peaceful seclusion. Only the three armed guards patrolling the perimeter hinted at the property's true purpose.
Through my earpiece, the team leader's voice came softly: "Alpha team in position. Beta approaching from the south. No visual on the target yet, but thermal imaging shows three heat signatures in the main building—one stationary in what appears to be a study, two moving between rooms."
Emma would be the stationary signature. Robert would have her secured, immobilized to prevent escape. The knowledge sent fresh fury coursing through me, but I
