"Understood," came the response from the northern position.
The speedboat continued toward shore, slowing as it approached the beach. Dimitri watched on the monitor as the seven men began to disembark, professional movements, weapons at the ready, tactical formation maintained.
They looked competent. They looked trained. They looked dangerous.
And they looked like they were about to die.
"Wait," Marco said, his voice steady. The men moved up the beach, disappearing from the monitor's view as they moved into the villa's approach zone. "Wait... Now."
All hell broke loose.
***
The northern team opened fire from the high ground overlooking the beach. The sound of gunfire shattered the silence....sharp, controlled bursts that were meant to eliminate threats, not to miss.
One of Dante's men went down immediately, his body hitting the sand.
The other six scattered, returning fire, moving toward the villa for cover.
