Chapter 8: The Sound of the Wolves
The waiting was always the worst part.
The suburban street outside fell into a strange, expectant silence.
Marcus stood in the dark living room, his muscles tight with anticipation. He was holding a heavy tactical shotgun he had pulled from the armory. Miller’s team was positioned at strategic points throughout the house, their initial resentment replaced by a tense, nervous focus.
“Do we have DA authorization for the explosives?” Miller whispered into his radio.
“Fuck the DA,” Marcus muttered, earning a shocked look from Jennifer, who was monitoring the camera feeds in the kitchen.
“Visual!” Jennifer called out, her voice barely a whisper. “Front camera. A black SUV just pulled around the corner. No lights.”
“Everyone hold your positions,” Marcus ordered over the comms. “Let them commit. Do not fire until they cross the lawn.”
The black SUV pulled into the driveway, stopping sharply.
Marcus watched through a crack in the blinds. The doors opened in perfect synchronization. Six men in tactical gear, not uniforms, stepped out. They were carrying modern assault rifles and moving with the silent, practiced lethalness of a cartel hit squad.
These were the wolves.
One man, the leader, raised his hand. The group broke into two teams of three, heading toward the front and back of the house.
“Miller!” Marcus snapped over the radio. “Trigger one!”
Miller, stationed by the back door, activated the remote.
A heavy, muffled explosion echoed from the back of the house, followed instantly by the deafening sound of a claymore mine detonating.
“What the hell was that?” one of the cartel members in the driveway yelled, their tactical discipline breaking for a fraction of a second.
“That,” Marcus whispered, lifting the shotgun, “is my daughter’s ice cream.”
He racked the shotgun and kicked the front door open.
The three men in the driveway had just enough time to turn toward the new threat before Marcus opened fire.
The heavy sound of the shotgun roared through the silent suburban street, a declaration of war.
This was no longer a security detail. This was an active, high-intensity conflict on American soil. Would you trust Marcus to pull that trigger?
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