He took another quick breath and listened. Nothing stirred outside, but suddenly lights that were on inside were being shut off, and searchlights positioned on the corners of the house hummed to blinding life and began sweeping in wide arcs that blanketed the front lawn in light.
Lloyd took out the three guards he could see with three shots. Then reloaded and put another mag off .223 rounds through the glass of the front facing windows on the first and second floor. After the sound of shattered glass subsided, he knelt in the stillness and heard only the muffled yelling of voices from inside.
Tyson had circled the wagons.
Dropping the Bushmaster he filled each hand with a Beretta and charged like the light brigade headlong out of the shadows toward the front of the house.