“Security override. Front door unlocked,” chimed the female voice of the automated security system.
“What the…?” Madic Fage started abruptly, spinning around on his penthouse living room sofa just fast enough to catch sight of a shadowy blur rushing toward him and slamming something hard across his face, knocking him forward onto the coffee table.
Blood spurted from Madic’s nose as his six foot, two hundred and thirty pound body crashed down onto and collapsed the table’s wooden frame. He barely had a moment to recover from his daze as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the carpet. Out of the corner of his left eye, he watched as the slender figure of what appeared to be a woman catapulted over the sofa and onto his back, straddling him. He grunted furiously as she jammed a gun into his temple.