Chapter 89: The Stealth Offensive

The night was black as ink, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon that began to rise over the distant peaks. The dragoons crouched near their SUV, the cold mountain air biting at their skin. Their ears perked up as a sudden roar broke the silence—distant at first, then growing louder. The unmistakable sound of helicopters, flying low and fast, filled the air.

Parker, Evelynn, Gabriella, and Reilynn looked up as the dark shapes of the helicopters emerged from the shadows of the mountains, the whir of their rotors cutting through the stillness.

The two aircraft hovered directly over the cabin before drifting slightly to the road, and one by one, ropes dropped down from the open doors.

The dragoons watched as fifty heavily armed special forces soldiers rappelled swiftly to the ground, moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Among them, a familiar figure landed last, his presence commanding respect: Colonel Eli.

The helicopters lifted off, banking away to land in