“Cut the lights.”

Lucien’s command cracked through the convoy. Engines killed. Headlights blinked out. Silence settled, thick and waiting.

Dom peered through night-vision goggles, jaw tight. “Two guards on the north wall. More at the gate. Snipers up top. They’re expecting you.”

Lucien chambered a round. “Good. Makes the killing easier.”

“Boss ” Dom hesitated. “We could wait. Scout. Call in more men.”

Lucien turned his head, eyes burning through him. “She’s in ...