The heavy white oak door shuddered under the immense impact of the men slamming their bodies against the wood frame. Mark gritted his teeth, feeling the wooden panel flex against his shoulder as he pushed back with all his force. He knew he could not hold the door forever against four adult men determined to breach the room. He needed to create an opening, take down the front guards, and clear a path for Rosie to escape down the main staircase.
With a sharp exhale, Mark suddenly stepped back and yanked the heavy door inward, catching the lead bodyguard completely off balance. The large man stumbled forward through the doorway, tripping over his own boots as gravity took over. Mark swung his arm around, driving a solid right hook directly into the bodyguard jaw with maximum force. The man crumpled onto the hardwood floor, motionless before he even hit the polished oak planks.
Doctor: Grab him! Do not let him reach the main stairs with that key!
Mark: Touch me again and you will end up on the floor just like your guard!
The second bodyguard stepped over his fallen partner, lunging forward with a wide grip meant to pin Mark against the wall. Mark dodged to the left, slipping past the big man outstretched arms with trained agility. He used the guard momentum against him, driving his knee sharply into the man midsection before shoving him backward into the doctor. The doctor stumbled into the wall, dropping his medical bag with a loud crash of breaking glass vials.
Mark sprinted into the grand hallway, his black tuxedo jacket shifting as he moved with violent speed. Framing the long corridor were white walls adorned with framed American flag artwork, giving the luxury Texas estate an air of high authority. But beneath the patriotic decor lay pure corruption and greed. Mark turned back to see two remaining suited enforcers rushing up from the lower living room level to block the main exit staircase.
Enforcer: You are not leaving this house alive, kid! Hand over the deposit box key right now!
Mark: You picked the wrong groom to mess with today!
Mark accelerated down the polished hallway carpet, leaping high into the air as the two suited men closed the distance. He extended his right leg in a powerful mid-air kick, driving his boot straight into the chest of the lead enforcer. The impact echoed through the high ceilings like a gunshot sound effect as both men crashed hard onto the floor in a tangled heap of suits and limbs.
Mark: CALL 911 RIGHT NOW! ROSIE, RUN TO THE CAR!
Rosie emerged from the bedroom closet, her eyes wide with fear as she saw her husband standing victorious over the fallen guards. She held her torn white dress up with one hand while clutching her phone in the other. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the three emergency digits, her voice shaking uncontrollably as the dispatcher answered her call for help.