Then, the heavy iron gates at the entrance of the driveway began to shake.

A deep, metallic groan echoed through the dark air as the steel bars bent inward.

Trevor spun around, pointing his weapon toward the driveway.

“What is that?” Trevor shouted to his men.

“Get eyes on the gate!”

The two guards on the right raised their rifles, aiming them into the shadows.

A loud crash shattered the silence of the night.

A massive black SUV burst through the iron gates, its headlights off, moving like a shadow across the snow.

It skidded to a halt just thirty feet from us, blocking the only exit.

Before Trevor could react, the doors of the SUV flew open.

A high-pitched tone began to beep rapidly from Trevor’s own radio.

A voice crackled through the static, sounding panicked and distant.

“Trevor, get out of there!” the voice screamed.

“They are already inside the building!”

The radio in Trevor’s hand sputtered with static before going dead.

“Drop your weapons!” a voice boomed from the darkness.

Blinding beams of white light erupted from the roof of the SUV, cutting through the snowy air.