The safe house was supposed to be secure. But when Sergeant First Class Marcus Webb walked through the door, he knew something was wrong. The guards were missing. The lights were off. The silence was deafening.
“Chen, check the perimeter,” he whispered. “Miller, with me.”
They moved through the house, room by room, their weapons raised. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. The bedroom—
The body was on the floor, a guard, his throat cut.
“Contact!” Chen shouted from outside.
Marcus ran, burst through the door. Chen was on the ground, a figure standing over him, a kn