Chapter 9 - WRATH OF THE FATHER
Emily refused to run. She placed Noah securely inside the underground reinforced panic shaft, locking the heavy steel hatch above him. Then, she walked back into the living room, picking up Frank’s discarded rifle.
"I took an oath to do no harm," Emily told Michael, cocking the weapon. "But I think we can suspend my medical license for the evening."
Michael smiled, a dark, terrifying grin. Together, they unleashed hell.
When the front door burst open, Michael and Emily were waiting. It was a symphony of violence. Michael moved with the lethal grace of a man with nothing to lose, taking down wave after wave of Russian mercenaries. Emily covered his blind spots, her aim flawless, her mind operating with the same icy precision she used in the trauma bay.
The cabin caught fire, flames licking the wooden beams as smoke filled the air. They fought through the living room, the kitchen, and out onto the porch. For every man that dropped, two more seemed to take his place.
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Frank, attempting to crawl out the back door in the chaos, was intercepted by Michael. The mob boss didn't say a word. He simply leveled his weapon and ended the betrayal with a single, resounding shot. But as Michael turned back to the firefight, a sniper laser painted his chest.
"Michael, down!" Emily screamed, throwing her body in front of him just as the sniper pulled the trigger.
