𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚜

𝙾𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝 & 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛, 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 - 𝚗𝚘 𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

"𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍!" 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜, 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 - 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙾𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚃 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍. "𝙰𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙." 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚁𝙿𝙳 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚃 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝙿𝚂 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜.

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝙽 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝 & 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 - 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 - 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 - 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍-𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚂 𝚐𝚊𝚜 & 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝, 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛.

Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, “Ferrara here.” Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, “I will be right there.”

Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs.

"Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.

The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking".

The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.

Looking at D-Day, Ferrara thought, “Archetypal Meathead, it’s hard to not miss with a shotgun.” Heaving himself up while the truck skidded to a stop, he hopped out of the back and followed Ramirez, around the front of the vehicle and over the chain link fencing surrounding the property. Local police had already cordoned off the area, not sure if it tipped their hand. Stacking up behind D-Day, then moving closer to the door, when Ramirez quietly asked for the camera. Camera out and sliding the cable under the door, there was a slight click as the screen came to life.

Slowly moving the cable inward, Ferrara saw exposed cinderblock in the low light. Tracking left, very slowly, he could see some metal racks of food products and soda bottles. The left side of the room ended with no door cutout or windows. So far this looked like the perps hadn’t even checked back here. Turning right, again very slowly, a door became visible on the far right inside wall, most likely the way into the stock room. Positioning the camera for a more upward picture, Ferrara saw the door setup and started to relay the info to D-Day, “Dee, it’s a deadbolt, looks like the door has one large hinge going up from the floor.”

Suddenly the camera flashed, as a light was turned on in the room. Ferrara, ripped the cord from under the door and slowly made a hand signal calling for absolute quiet. Kneeling back down with the machine, he started to slowly slip the camera back under the door. Now basically next to the door was the first perp he’d scene, cigarette in his mouth and a locked and loaded Mac-10 in his hand. Popping up he whispered to the group, “One perp right by the door, I would suggest the C2 for the door. D-Day blows the door, I clear the room. This guy will go down in the blast. Everyone else can stack up on the inner door to the store. Thoughts?”

The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.

Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow.

As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer.

A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them.

Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.

After D-Day blew the breaching charges, it was pretty automatic for Ferrara. During his time in the military, he had been on multiple missions where kicking in the door was necessary, but he had also been through many where silence was deadly. Swift, silent, deadly, was always the way he wanted to do things, this job seemed to be a lot of door kicking.

The perp was on the ground, dazed and bleeding as he cleared the room quickly. Seeing no hostiles and equipped with zipties, Ferrara cleared the perp. First was securing his hands, then instinctively he searched for an S-Vest or other explosives that may be hidden. This sort of training never left you. Clearing the weapon, a Mac-10, he noticed some blood on the ground, wounds were checked and Ferrara left the perp on the ground ready for the next step.