Chapter 8 - NO WAY OUT
"You think you won?" Frank laughed, clutching his bleeding shoulder as Michael kicked his gun away. "The beacon has been transmitting for two hours. They’re already here."
As if on cue, the deafening roar of armored vehicles tore through the quiet forest outside. Floodlights illuminated the cabin windows, casting blinding white beams into the living room.
"Carter!" a voice boomed over a megaphone outside. "Send the kid out, and we’ll let you and the girl walk away."
Michael grabbed Frank by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "Who is it? Who did you sell me out to?"
"The Romanovs," Frank spat blood onto the floorboards. "They want the ports, Mike. They want it all."
Emily grabbed Noah from his bassinet, clutching him to her chest. There were at least thirty armed men outside. They were completely surrounded. Michael looked at Emily, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of her holding his son.
"Take the trapdoor in the pantry," Michael commanded. "It leads to a storm drain that empties out two miles south near the highway. I hid a car there three years ago."
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"I am not leaving you to die!" Emily shouted over the sound of shattered glass as bullets began peppering the reinforced walls.
"I am a monster, Emily," Michael said, his voice breaking. "I built a life of blood, and this is the price. But my son is innocent. And you… you are the best thing that has ever happened to us. Save him. Please."
