High Table Enforcement
Nine squads remained after the explosion.
They poured into the hotel's first floor.
Three of them broke off, moving down the stairwell toward the underground garage.
The instant they stepped into the darkness—
BOOM!
A Kel-Tec KSG shotgun thundered. The first enforcer in line was blasted backward, smashing into two men behind him before collapsing in a heap.
His chest plate cracked apart—blood and flesh spraying.
"Ambush!"
"Return fire!"
Gunfire roared down the stairwell.
But Duggan was already sliding sideways behind cover.
The pump clacked.
He stepped back two paces.
Another enforcer rushed through the doorway, weapon raised—
But his burst only chewed holes where Duggan had been standing seconds ago.
Four more followed.
They advanced cautiously, lowering their muzzles once they saw no target.
That hesitation killed them.
BOOM! BOOM!
Two blasts tore through the formation.
Duggan emerged from behind a concrete pillar, pumping, firing, pumping again—
BOOM!
Another kill.
BOOM!
A fourth man dropped.
One survivor raised his rifle—
But Duggan's sidearm snapped from his belt.
BANG! BANG!
Two rounds to the chest. The enforcer staggered, frozen.
Duggan finished him with a shotgun blast.
He racked the KSG again, swinging toward the stairwell—
Just as the second squad rushed the door.
BOOM! BOOM!
The first two enforcers were blown back into their comrades.
Reload. Turn.
Another blast to the half-dead body on the floor.
Clean. Efficient.
The switch toggled. The alternate magazine fed a new shell.
BOOM!
Another kill at the stairwell.
Duggan stepped back, slipping out of their angles.
Two wounded men had crawled across the floor, trying to flank him—
BOOM!
One shot ended both.
He retreated deeper, slipping into a preset second kill zone.
The shotgun's chamber emptied. He swapped in a fresh tube—fourteen shells ready.
By now, two full squads had pushed into the garage.
They hugged cars for cover, spreading out—
But Duggan was already behind them.
BOOM!
One shell punched through armor, spine, and lungs. The enforcer collapsed instantly.
The others spun, rifles up—
But Duggan melted behind another vehicle, shifting angles.
BOOM!
CLACK-BOOM!
Two more fell. Automatic fire tore across the garage, sparks flying.
Duggan ducked low, ghostlike.
Every shot he took landed.
Every shell dropped a man.
Fear began to spread in the High Table squads. Their numbers were bleeding away, and still the shadow kept moving.
Finally, one of them barked into his comms:
"Heavy resistance in the garage! Requesting immediate support!"
First Floor.
Three other squads advanced cautiously down the halls, clearing rooms.
Too smoothly.
Too quiet.
Until they reached the kitchen.
The lead man stepped inside—
BOOM!
The blast flung him backward through the doorway, guts shredded.
Caine stood inside, cold-eyed, reloading.
He didn't retreat. Didn't blink.
The second man poked his head through—
BOOM!
Half an arm gone before he could lift his rifle.
Grenades rolled in—
Two of them.
No escape.
Caine yanked open a freezer door, diving behind it.
KRAKOOM!
Twin explosions shook the kitchen.
The survivors charged.
Four men poured through the smoke, rifles blazing.
Caine slammed the freezer shut, rolled across the floor behind the iron counter—
Came up at the stove.
BOOM!
One dead.
His free hand grabbed a pot of boiling oil—
WHOOSH!
Scalding liquid splashed across armored faces.
Screams filled the room.
CLACK-BOOM!
CLACK-BOOM!
Each scream was cut short by buckshot.
Caine moved like a machine, reloading in rhythm.
Then—he snatched up a butcher's cleaver from the counter.
Whipped it across the kitchen.
The spinning blade buried itself into a helmet, rattling the enforcer to his core.
Before he could recover—
BOOM!
Caine was there, shotgun leveled. The blast caved in his chest.
Another pump. Another shell.
He fired at the doorway, forcing the second wave back.
Switch. Fresh magazine chambered.
Caine reached the threshold, drew his pistol, and fired twice outside—
BANG! Headshot.
BANG! Chest shot.
The lead man collapsed.
Caine stepped through with the shotgun raised—
BOOM!
Point-blank death.
But behind him, five more armored killers waited.
Their rifles rose.
Caine's shotgun racked again.
And the kitchen descended into a brutal, close-quarters slaughter.
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