Chapter 15 - The Trap SpringsBack at the mountain lodge, the standoff reached its boiling point. The federal agent leading the extraction squad raised his hand, signaling his men to fan out and surround the porch.

"Crowe, this is your final warning! Drop the weapon!"
Suddenly, the lead helicopter’s radio crackled to life with frantic static.
Command to Alpha Team! Abort! Abort immediately! the pilot's voice screamed through the open channel. The federal warrants have been revoked! The judge has been arrested for corruption! The entire operation is compromised!
The agent froze, his hand hovering over his holster as he stared at Vincent in sheer disbelief.
Vincent didn't lower his rifle. Instead, a grim, terrifying smile touched his lips. "Looks like your paperwork just expired."
Before the agent could shout an order to retreat, the sharp crack of sniper fire echoed from the surrounding ridges. High up in the snow-covered pines, Julian’s elite security detail—men loyal to Vincent above all laws—had locked down every exit route.
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"Drop your weapons on the ground," Vincent commanded, his voice carrying the absolute weight of a king issuing a decree. "Now."
Within seconds, helmets hit the snow, rifles were unbuckled, and the elite strike team realized they had walked straight into a lion's den.