“We are coming in,” Marcus said.

“Try it,” I said.

I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the desk.

I pressed the intercom button.

“Marco, do not hurt them unless they draw weapons,” I said. “I want them alive.”

“Copy that, boss,” Marco said.

I watched the scene unfold through the thick glass of my study window.

The headlights of the intrusion vehicle cut through the wet pine trees.

Suddenly, two of our heavy black SUVs emerged from the side trails.

They did not use their sirens.

They simply moved with a quiet, heavy mass, blocking the road entirely.

The sedan tried to reverse, but a third SUV blocked the rear.

They were trapped in a perfect triangle of steel and blinding light.

I saw the doors of the sedan open.

Three men stepped out into the pouring rain.

Their hands were empty.

They knew they were outmatched.

Marco’s men moved in, wearing heavy black raincoats.

They patted the men down, took their weapons, and pushed them against the side of the car.

The entire operation took less than four minutes.