Chapter 15 - Operation Midnight TideThe following night, a freezing mist rolled off the Atlantic Ocean, shrouding the jagged cliffs and historic stone tower of the Montauk Lighthouse in total darkness.
Two miles offshore, a stealth maritime extraction boat carrying Dominic, Bruno, and twelve elite tactical enforcers drifted silently toward the rocky base of the cliffs.
There were no engine sounds. No lights. Just men moving with lethal, synchronized precision.
Dominic scaled the wet rock face first, his tactical gloves gripping the slick stone until he pulled himself over the cliff edge just fifty yards from the lighthouse base.
Through his night-vision scope, he surveyed the scene.
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Director Vance stood near the base of the lighthouse tower, flanked by six armed mercenaries. Tied to an iron railing nearby was Carlos, gagged and shivering from the cold coastal wind.
There was no sign of a secondary extraction vehicle—meaning Vance was waiting for Dominic to walk straight into the open courtyard.
