Chapter 108: Attack at the Hotel
Before Eleanor could bring them down completely, a bullet whizzed past... just an inch above Anatoly’s head. The sharp crack of impact shattered the momentary calm as glass splintered across the room.
Eleanor’s eyes darted to the small hole in the window and the mark on the wall. The target was clear. Anatoly Ignatov. If he had remained standing a second longer, his head would have been blown off.
Without flinching, Eleanor looked straight into his eyes. "You’re the target. Lie down. Don’t move. I’ll handle the rest."
Her tone left no room for argument.
She turned toward her guards. "Sebastian, pull down the curtains. We have a sniper. Proceed with extreme caution."
The shadow team, trained for moments like this, crawled across the floor and reached the windows. One of them yanked the thick curtains closed, casting the restaurant into a dim, tense silence.
Chaos exploded soon after.
Most of the guests had frozen for a few seconds, stunned by the sudden violence. But as reality sank in... the shattering glass, the sound of a bullet embedding in the wall... panic took over. Screams pierced the air as people scrambled to escape. Some overturned chairs, others crawled under tables. A few headed for the exit in a mad rush, their shoes slipping on the polished floor.
Despite the disorder, Eleanor remained calm. She crouched low and surveyed the scene. A few tables away, oil shipping tycoon Vladimir Egorov and his private security team were lying on the floor. His men, likely ex-military, had reacted swiftly, shielding their boss.
Sebastian crawled over to Eleanor and whispered, "Ma’am, I suggest we leave immediately. They may send a backup team to cover for the failed hit."
"Agreed," Eleanor nodded. She turned on her earpiece. "Comms check."