The raid began with chaos.
Samuel's forces moved first. It was a group of ghanaian military personnel advancing on the main gate with coordinated precision while private security contractors opened fire from the guard towers. The sound of gunfire cracked through the air, sharp and immediate.
"Boss," Anthony said, already moving toward a side fence line away from the main assault. "We're not going through the front."
"Agreed," I said, following him. Observation tracked the security patterns, noting weak points in their defensive formation. They were focused on the main gate, on the obvious threat. A smaller team could slip around the side while they were distracted and quite frankly with what I promised the girls, I'd rather avoid as much direct confrontation as I can.
