The gunfire shattered morning silence and fragile revelations simultaneously. Ral threw himself over Louis, pushing her behind the heavy wooden table that had survived generations of Anderson family gatherings and would now serve as cover against whoever was trying to kill them.
"Vincent, report!" Ral shouted into his comm, but static answered.
More shots peppered the cabin walls, sending splinters flying. Through the window, Marcus dove for cover behind a woodpile while muzzle flashes erupted from the treeline. Multiple shooters, professional spacing, coordinated fire.
"They are cutting us off from the vehicles," Rebecca observed with surprising calm while crawling toward a window. "At least six shooters, possibly more in reserve positions."
Tony's voice crackled through damaged commu
