Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 73: The Official Siege Order

4:00 AM at Jansu Island.

In the mansion, standing atop of a cliff of Jansu Island, men on guard secured the area, walking back and forth at the estate when out of nowhere, the power went off!

"What's going on?"

"What happened to the power?"

"Turn the emergency power on!"

The surrounding men asked each other while some checked on their power lines.

It took around ten minutes for the mansion's generator to kick-in, lighting only a portion of the lights outside the home.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know, but the town also has no power."

There were roughly eight guards outside the home. While some guards continue to converse, a few checked the perimeters, making sure there were no intrusions.

A man holding a gun across his chest specifically checked the seas and the cliff entrance. When he saw that his colleagues on a speedboat were still doing their rounds half a mile from the mansion, he felt reassured. He turned around and ordered everyone, "Back to your posts. Seems like an ordinary outage. Fuck this island. It just does not have a stable power supply!"

"Yeah! Tell me about it. Even the network is not working." Yelled another guard walking outside the mansion. "Herald says the cameras are not working too."

"Power will be back soon," answered one man.

The cliff was both the hardest and easiest access to the estate. Since the entire mansion was surrounded by high walls and wired barricades, the less secured area was the cliff entry, but while it had no fences, climbing up to the cliffs would be tasking.

Only skilled individuals with good stamina and training could make the climb. Moreover, Blake Taylor had men going around the waters on a speedboat, checking any incomers from the sea.

Blake and the security were assured, no one could easily walk into the estate.

Below the mansion, the speedboat was going back and forth, maintaining a good distance from the ridges. Inside the roofed craft, two men were tied in a rope with their hands behind their backs.

Both were unconscious, clearly being sedated.

A man wearing a diving suit was taking the wheels while another one was guarding the sleeping opponents. They were soldiers of Winfield Davis.

"Delta One, this is Bravo One. We are in position," radioed their colleagues. "We are heading to the basement to cut down the power again."

"Alpha One is also in position. We are headed for the bedrooms," communicated Winfield.

"Charlie one is on standby, waiting for your orders, Alpha one," informed two sniper soldiers, hiding in the bushes by the gardens of the property.

Winfield and his men made the hard climb from the cliffs, going up to the viewing area of the estate. It was the less visible access that they took the hard route to penetrate the mansion.

By the time they reached the estate access, Connor's contacts purposely shut down the power for the entire island, allowing them a few minutes to intrude without alerting the security system, as well as the guards. With their military skills, two groups were swiftly inside the mansion. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Most of the lights were turned off, and since they were only using the generator, power was limited. Moreover, Blake seemed to have put more focus on guarding the outside perimeter of the property.

With a cloth mask over his head and his face, Winfield proceeded with caution, taking slow steps up to the third level of the property. He was holding up a handgun, equipped with a silencer, ready to shoot if it boils down to an encounter.

He and his colleague easily noticed two men on guard, standing by one room.

All the rest of the rooms were not guarded, except for the one a few meters away from them. They had already scanned the second-floor rooms, and this was the only one treated differently.

That gave Winfield the impression that Sarah must be inside.

Using hand gestures, Winfield and his man orchestrated a plan to distract the guards.

Both were taking a hiding from a huge vase and a column. Signaling with his fingers, Winfield counted down before he threw away one of the wall decors on the floor. Only then did he take hiding in another intersection.

"What was that?" Said one of the guards, looking past several corners of the hallway.

"You check it out," suggested the other guard.

"Fine!" One man proceeded to walk in the direction of the broken decor, only to hear another one to the left of the hallway.

The man saw a window open, and he muttered, "Maids forgot to close the window."

The person who remained on guard by the room watched as his co-worker disappeared to turn to the left, but after waiting for minutes, he frowned, realizing how the other guard had not returned.

He was left with no choice but to leave his post, going after his colleague. The second he took the turn, however, he saw his co-security down on the floor with an injection on his back.

Just when he was about to react, arms were wrapped around his neck, depriving him of air. He recognized the strength of whoever held him that he easily choked.

The next thing he felt was a needle striking his thighs and slowly, he lost consciousness in seconds. He was struck by a powerful sedative, given via injection by Winfield himself.

As Winfield's soldier dragged the darted men, the General proceeded to the guarded room.

In every step he took, his heart raced, anxious and weary at the same time. He kept looking sideways, making sure that there were no other guards around.

In just two minutes, he stood by the earlier guarded room, and he gripped on the doorknob. He closed his eyes before he attempted to enter.

Using his army knife, he opened the locked door, entering the dimmed room where a sleeping woman faced the other side of the space.

Closing back the door, he made sure to be very quiet.

He took slow and heart-racing steps to see the woman's face, and when he confirmed his suspicion, Winfield nearly cried.

Taking several heavy breaths, he covered his mouth with his hand, halting him from making a sound. He softly muttered, "Sarah."

Sarah had a burn on her face and while they marked her beauty, she was still the same woman in Winfield's eyes. There was no doubt about it, Winfield confirmed that it was his wife, Sarah.

He opened his masked and kneeled before the woman. He gawked at her for seconds before he awoke her. He quietly called her name, "Sarah, wake up."

A tear fell down his face as he repeated to call her name, "My wife, Sarah... wake up. I'm taking you home."

Sarah Davis was fast asleep, but hearing that longed and familiar voice, she awoke and easily became startled. She gasped, seeing Winfield before her, putting a hand on her mouth.

"Shhhh... Do not scream. I'm taking you home, Sarah. I'm taking you home," Winfield restated in his low voice.

Seeing how Sarah became teary-eyed, Winfield let go of her mouth to hear, "Winfield. Is - is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me. It's me." He wrapped his arms around her as they both cried at the sight of each other. He repeated, "I'm taking you home. I'm taking you home, Sarah."

Sarah easily howled in tears, crashing into her husband's chest, and while she wanted to cry some more, the general kept reminding her, "Shhhh... not now. We need to get out of here."

It took another few seconds to calm Sarah down and only then did Winfield made the official siege order to his men.

Putting a finger on his earphones, Winfield ordered, "This is Alpha One. I have confirmed that my wife had been taken hostage in this mansion. Proceed with an official order to siege this estate. Do you copy?"

"Copy that, Alpha One, preparing to fire."

"Gladly."

One by one, his men on the ground answered.