I heard the first shots when I was on my second cup of coffee.
They came from the direction of Vogler's house. Not close. Maybe a few blocks away. But the kind of sound you know immediately. Sharp. Controlled. Not some street punk with a pistol. This was professional.
I was already on my feet. My coffee sat untouched on the little table by the window.
Elena's voice came through my earpiece. "I heard that. I'm moving."
Caiman cut in. "I see them. Multiple hostiles approaching the front gate. I count six. No, eight. They're in full gear. Black. Rifles up."
Borealis over the comm, his voice tight and quick. "Satellite just activated over your position. Military grade. They have coverage. They knew you were there."
I was already running. Out of the café, across the street, toward the gat
