The Chosen Ones Book 4: A New Enemy

Chapter 1

THIRTEEN YEARS AFTER THE FALL OF THE NEST

They moved through the forest like trained assassins, moving in perfect sync with each other. Thy could kill anyone, anywhere. They knew they still had to be cautious as they advanced on the cabin in the middle of nowhere. They were trained that way.

The guy motioned for his beautiful partner to split up and take cover behind a pine tree. He slipped behind one also, about twenty feet away from her. He looked toward the house. There were dim lights shining from upstairs and down, but no movement. They both had their rifles raised, and would be more than happy to use them if it came to that.

He looked over at his partner. She had long, straight black hair that went down to the middle of her back. Her pale skin blended in perfectly with the snowflakes that were falling from the sky, but her red lipstick was clearly visible in the moonlight.

They were both dressed in black from head to toe. The young man wore a black baseball cap, pulled down low, hiding his dark brown eyes. His chiseled jaw was covered by thinly shaded facial hair. He held up three fingers to his partner before counting down as they advanced on the cabin.

They quietly made it to the front porch. There wasn't even a sound coming from inside. Not just that, the outside was deathly quiet as well. Flurries continued to fall slowly, although not coating the ground. They stood on both sides of the front door now, backs up against the wall.

He gestured for her to watch for traps on the porch. The young beauty looked around and nodded to him. They were clear to make entry.
It was he who turned the knob, and much to his surprise it opened. He gently pushed the door open and heard the slight creak of the old wooden door.

The girl entered first, gun aimed forward. The young man stayed close behind. He slowly closed the door behind him. They scanned the living area, only to find it empty. That was until the chair in the opposite side of the room spun around. The young man cursed under his breath. He had made a rookie mistake.

A figure hidden in the darkness aimed an assault rifle right back at them. They were had. He had been taught better than this. He and his female partner had no other choice but to lower their weapons. The man in the chair stood.

"What took you so long?" Matt asked.
The young man tossed his rifle on the nearby couch. "Hey, dad."
The man from the chair dropped his gun as well. He approached and embraced the intruder, who was now smiling.
"Tyler, I missed ya, buddy."