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of the blade under the chin of the guard closest to her, then spun around, slamming her elbow into the nose of the second guard. When she pulled the knife from under the first guard’s chin, a waterfall of blood cascaded down, and the man reached for the pistol at his side, which Sarah kicked out of his hand while bringing the knife into the side of the second guard’s neck before he recovered from the elbow to the face. A stream of blood ejected from the guard’s neck as she removed the blade then shoved it into the throat of the first guard to finish the job. The sequence took less than four seconds, and neither of the guards had time to radio any of their comrades. Sarah wiped the blade on the leg of one of the guards’ pants and picked up his assault rifle. She dragged the bodies behind the garage and peeped back into the window at the cherry-red Ferrari. “I’ll be back for you later.”
    “Three other guards are making their way around the back of the perimeter,” Bryce said. “You have about four minutes before they see the bloodstains and notice that their buddies are missing.”
    Just before Sarah had her foot past the side of the garage, she stopped and grabbed the radio off one of the dead guards’ ears. She popped it into the ear opposite her GSF uplink so she could hear both sides of the party.
    The gravel that outlined the driveway crunched under Sarah’s boots as she made her way toward the side of the house. The radio was quiet as far as chatter went. Whoever this Clark character was didn’t think it was important to have a better rotation of security. Arrogant. The house had a security system installed that monitored any break-ins, but Sarah had Bryce and a satellite. She waited outside the door for Bryce to work his magic, keeping an eye out for any sentries. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know we’ve got plenty of time. No rush.”
    “I don’t need the sarcasm,” Bryce replied. “I’m just getting used to the new setup. I haven’t worked from another desk in a very long time.”
    The guard radio in Sarah’s ear crackled, and she brought the barrel of the rifle up to the walled ledge above her. “Open the door, Bryce. Now.”
    “Almost in.”
    “That’s what she said.” The voices in the guard radio grew louder, and Sarah kept her eye on the wall, knowing that any minute, there would be two men turning the back corner and spotting her in plain sight. “Bryce?”
    “Got it!”
    Sarah turned the handle, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her just as the guards stepped around the corner. Bryce let out a sigh of relief. “Nothing like cutting it close.”
    Sarah made her way down the hallway slowly. Massive portraits lined the walls; beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The shelves and tables were adorned with polished vases and silver plates gleaming under the sparkle of the lights. The rugs beneath her feet were decorated with intricate stitching of flowers and trees. “Damn, I’ve got to get the name of this guy’s maid.”
    “Heat signature shows there are ten people inside the house. Four are spread out, and there are six people in a room on the second floor,” Bryce said.
    “Then that’s where our boy is.” The carpet muffled Sarah’s footsteps as she moved swiftly down the hall, still wielding the rifle in her hands and Bryce giving her the heads-up on anyone getting close. So far, everyone she snuck past looked like a servant, but she was betting the second floor would offer a little more excitement.
    A curving staircase guided Sarah to the second floor, where she heard voices down the hall talking to one another in a group. The guard radio in Sarah’s ear burst with chatter, breaking the silence of the house and interrupting the card game down the hall. “I think they found the bodies.”
    “You’ve got company coming down the hallway,” Bryce said.
    “Looks like I’ll have to get a hand in on the next game.”
    The guards stampeded out of the