Chapter 5 - The Siege Begins
The sound of boots sprinting down the hallway grew louder. Then, the heavy thud of a battering ram hit the door.
“They’re coming,” Caleb said, grabbing a letter opener from the desk and checking the heavy fireplace poker.
“I have a panic button,” Grant said, scrambling under the desk.
“Don't!” Caleb shouted. “If it triggers an automated response, they’ll know we’re trapped here. We need to move.”
Caleb pushed a section of the library shelving. He had spent eleven years repairing this estate; he knew every secret panel, every service crawlspace, and every hidden passage the original owner had installed during the Prohibition era.
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“Follow me,” Caleb directed.
They ducked into the dark, dusty corridor behind the shelves just as the office door exploded inward. Armed mercenaries poured into the room, their suppressed rifles sweeping the area.
