Bullets tore through the wine cellar's ancient stone walls as Ral pulled Louis toward the tunnel entrance where Vincent was laying down covering fire. The private contractors advanced with military precision, their thermal scopes cutting through the smoke and darkness to track fleeing targets.
"Move, move, move!" Vincent shouted while changing magazines with practiced efficiency. "James, get Rebecca into the tunnel now!"
James Anderson half-carried his niece through the narrow opening while Agent Hayes and two surviving federal agents tried to establish a defensive position. The contractors were not trying to capture anyone. This was an elimination mission, and everyone in the cellar was marked for death.
Ral grabbed a fallen agent's weapon and returned fire, buying precious seconds for
