Mikhail
The villa sat in the woods like a sleeping beast, surrounded by high walls and security cameras. From our position in the trees, I could see guards patrolling the grounds, armed men who moved with military precision.
"Twenty-three men that we can see," Dmitri whispered beside me. "There are probably more inside."
"I don't care if there are a hundred," I said, checking my weapon. "She's in there."
The anonymous tip had led us here, a secluded estate fifty kilometers outside the city, owned by a shell company that traced back to Gromov's network. After three weeks of searching, we finally had a real lead.
"Boss, we should wait for backup," Dmitri urged. "The full tactical team is thirty minutes out."
"She's been missing for three weeks. I'm not waiting another thirty minutes."
