The sound of impact echoed down the corridor.
The outer door that had held firm was now breached.
Heavy footsteps entered without hesitation.
Fast.
Coordinated.
And clear.
They did not come to threaten.
They came to finish this.
At the end of the corridor, Adrian Blackwood stood motionless.
His posture rigid.
His gaze cold.
Beside him, Leonard Graves was ready.
A faint smile played on his lips.
"I have been waiting a long time for this part," he muttered.
A few meters behind them, Daniel stood in front of the room door.
His position was clear.
He would not retreat.
He would not let anyone pass.
The enemy footsteps drew closer.
Their silhouettes appeared at the end of the hall.
More numerous than expected.
Better organized.
Leonard exhaled softly.
"He sent a serious team."
Adrian did not answer.
His eyes were calculating.
Distance.
Numbers.
Timing.
The next second.
The attack began.
Without warning.
Without a word.
One man rushed forward first.
