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"Then we better be three times smarter," Yvette said, expanding her network infiltration. "I'm tracking Curtis's approach. I can give you exact positions, timing, maybe even intercept their tactical communications."
"Can you maintain that access during an active assault?"
"Already running on independent power and satellite uplink." She was implementing final protocols. "As long as this building stays intact, I can be your eyes and ears."
Vincent secured his ammunition and weapons. "What about Curtis personally? Any intelligence on his capabilities?"
Yvette pulled up personnel files she'd been analyzing. "Larry Curtis, former Army Special Forces. Decorated combat veteran, multiple deployments. He's not just a corporate executive - he's a trained killer who knows exactly what he's doing."
"Which explains why this feels like a coordinated battlefield operation," Vincent said.
Bates was positioning her remaining agents throughout the house. "Defensive positions, people. We hold this location until reinforcements arrive. Rules of engagement are active - these are armed hostiles threatening federal personnel."
Through the monitors, Yvette could see vehicles approaching from multiple directions. "Contact. Six vehicles, different vectors. This is it."
Vincent moved closer to her, his hand settling on her shoulder. "You ready for this?"
She looked up at him, seeing the same fierce determination in her own eyes reflected back. "Time to show them what happens when they threaten the wrong people."
"Stay smart, stay safe," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Your mind is our best weapon."
As Vincent moved to coordinate the defense with Bates, Yvette settled deeper into her chair, surrounded by monitors showing the approaching assault force. Her fingers moved across the keyboard, tracking enemy positions, intercepting communications, preparing to wage electronic warfare against a private army.
The final battle was about to begin, and she intended to make sure Curtis's last mistake was underestimating a forensic accountant who'd learned to fight back.
Chapter Seven
Yvette 's screens litup with contact alerts as Curtis's assault team moved into final position around the house. Through thermal imaging, she could see eight figures deploying with military efficiency, each carrying equipment that made her stomach clench with dread.
"Contact confirmed," she announced, her voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding her system. "Eight hostiles, multiple approach vectors."
Vincent was already moving, checking his weapon one final time before coordinating with Agent Bates's team. "What's their equipment signature?"
"Heavy." Yvette's fingers flew over her keyboard, analyzing the thermal readings. "Looks like breaching charges, incendiary devices, and enough firepower to level this house."
Through the hijacked communication network, Curtis's voice filled her headset with cold authority: "All units, final positions. We light this place up in ninety seconds."
