Chapter 17 - Grandma’s WrathThree men in tactical gear charged into the hallway, their assault rifles sweeping the room. But they didn't expect the old woman waiting behind the kitchen counter with a 12-gauge shotgun borrowed from Tommy’s arsenal.
"Hands where I can see them!" I roared, pulling the trigger.
The blast pulverized the drywall above their heads, raining plaster down on their shoulders. The sheer shock of an elderly grandmother firing a shotgun stopped them dead in their tracks.
Before they could recover, Agent Sterling and her federal backup swarmed from the side corridors, tackling the lead mercenary to the hardwood floor.
At the back window, another intruder tried to break through the glass, but Tommy met him with a heavy wrench, sending the man tumbling backward into the rose bushes.
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Chaos reigned for five intense minutes—gunshots, shouts, the shattering of glass, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filling every room of the house.
And then, silence returned, broken only by the wire-hum of the electronics and the distant sirens of backup units racing up the street.
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