The night air off the coast was thick with salt and the low, rhythmic crash of unseen waves. We killed the headlights half a mile out, coasting the matte-black tactical rig into the deep shadow of a dense tree line overlooking Isaac’s private estate.
The beach house was massive—a sprawling, modern glass-and-concrete fortress surrounded by high perimeter walls and floodlights cutting through the coastal fog. Through the night-vision optics, I could spot four armed guards pacing the outer grounds on a staggered rotation.
Drakon leaned in close, his voice dropping to a barely audible rasp against my ear. "We take the outer perimeter quietly. Spread out. Keep sight lines clear. Kira, you're with me."
Our squad dispersed into the treeline like shadows, slipping toward the estate's gated entr
