Chapter 192 The evil don’s fall

Mariama fell in with her assigned fireteam, the convoy of unmarked ambulance trucks and civilian vehicles already forming up to mask their deadly cargo. Within minutes, the entire procession was rolling, engines growling beneath blacked-out grills as they accelerated westward toward the target zone. Her hands remained rock-steady on the wheel, eyes unflinching even as the holographic tactical feed blinked updates across her visor. Enemy scouts and pickets were already being struck by thunderous suppressed fire from overwatch positions, their scattered shouts and return fire swiftly silenced. "First delaying positions are being overrun...they're already falling back toward the compound's outer perimeter!" Andre's crisp updates punched through the comms amidst the rising crescendo of a full coordinated assault crashing against Vallejo's defenses. Flashes of light and deafening rumbles in the near distance suggested the full forces were committed, inexorably tightening the noose until-