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“Clear.” Ashton’s voice came through his earpiece. “Other targets obtained and secured.”
“Let’s move through and finish clearing the building,” Mac growled into the mic.
They would clear the building and ensure it was safe. He would only be satisfied once his team left and there were no casualties.
Job well done,” Mac announced to his team as they rode in the BEAR, their tactical armored vehicle. The spirits were high as there were no causalities, no need for deadly force, and the target was obtained.
This was why SWAT was needed. For a situation that could have turned deadly for untrained officers, it had been an easy raid for his men.
“We’re still on for your house tonight, right?” Ashton called out, his grin wide.
Mac held quarterly barbecues at his home for his team. This was something he’d started years ago to reward his crew and give them a chance to hang out together and blow off steam. It promoted bonding amongst the men, and they all looked forward to it. They all were off call this weekend.
The bravo team would be on call and covering, which would allow his men to relax and rest.
“Beers have been chilling in the fridge for days.” Mac nodded, and cheers and whistles echoed throughout the small cabin that housed them for the ride.
Conversation turned to grilling, food tips, and the items they were all bringing. Mac leaned back, pride filling his chest as he took in his unit. Just an hour ago, his men had been focused and highly armed, as if going into war on the streets of Columbia. Protecting the public was something that was ingrained in all of them.
Ashton Fraser, the funny man, had spent ten years on the police force before being accepted into SWAT. He was an accomplished negotiator and had handled many hostage situations.
Brodie Gibson, the squad’s entry man, had spent time in Special Forces, which gave him the perfect background to join SWAT when he entered the police force.
Myles Burton, their sniper, was another Special Forces recruit to the police force when he took to civilian life. His skills with a gun were unmatched by anyone.
Declan Owen, Mac’s best friend, had banded with the team the same as Mac had. They had served together in the Navy. SEALs, they were. Both of them were highly trained in combat and had completed tours overseas together and had grown close over the years. Mac couldn’t think of another person who he’d rather have in his group now.
Zain Roman and Iker Baldwin had served on the police force for years and made SWAT through hard work and perseverance.
His squad was top in the state. They had won many commendations from the state’s governor and the mayor of the city.
“Hope the steaks are big and juicy. I can eat a fucking horse right now,” Zain grumbled, rubbing his belly.
The men chuckled as Zain exaggerated his hunger.
“Don’t worry. I made sure the butcher cut them just right.” Mac nodded, his lips turning up in a small smile. He had ensured that he’d have plenty of food for his men. They deserved the best.
Cheers went around the cabin. He knew they would eat him out of house and home tonight, but he couldn’t care less.
“We’re going to have a good time. We get tonight and tomorrow off. Back on Sunday at 0800 hours.” Mac nodded toward the group.
“Nothing but beer and football for me,” Brodie announced, leaning forward to perch his elbows on his knees.
“Hear, hear!”
The plan sounded good to Mac.
It sounded damn good to him.
