[Noah's POV]

Blood dripped from the Kevlar of my tactical vest.

I kicked the corpse of a cartel lieutenant out of my path and marched toward the grand foyer.

The night air choked with the thick, scent of gunpowder, burning rubber, and ruptured gas lines. We had pushed the surviving Mexicans back into the tree line, but the comms still chattered with the chaotic aftermath of the breach.

I stepped through the shattered remains of my front doors.

I expected a bloodbath inside. Instead, I found a ...