Jason's POV
Wesley and his muscle reacted instantly. I watched through the thermal scope as the heat signatures bolted toward the tree line, weapons raised. Muzzle flashes began to pepper the dark as they opened fire on the "intruders" they thought were the state police. The sound of gunfire echoed through the valley, a violent symphony that signaled my entrance.
"The breach is open," Gregory whispered over the comms.
I didn't wait. I moved down the ridge, my heart drumming a steady, rhythmic beat of anticipation. The gunfight in the trees was a beautiful, chaotic distraction, but as I neared the rear of the cabin, I saw that Wesley wasn't entirely careless. A lone guard stood near the back porch, his rifle leveled toward the tree line, his back to me. He was focused on the flashes of
