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If he was indeed off of his mediations and a paranoid schizo, then there was no telling where he was mentally.
“We’re going to use a normal hostage extraction protocol. The front door will be the entry point. A few patrols will post up in the back to make sure he doesn’t try to escape through the rear door.”
Myles listened to the instructions of his sergeant. These were vital. Following orders was how they proved to be a successful team. They worked well together, and each trusted Mac to lead. Each man would be reviewing protocols and knew exactly what would need to be done.
Around him stood the men he knew would do their damnedest to ensure the hostages would be removed safely.
“Any questions?” Mac asked.
Face masks and helmets were pulled into place.
Myles willed his heart to slow down. Anxiety and nerves didn’t belong out in the field. He breathed in deeply and drew his semiautomatic weapon closer to his body as he waited for the phrase he knew were coming.
“SWAT, let’s hunt.” Mac’s voice rung out clear and concise.
Three little words put everyone in the mindset that it was time to do what they did best.
The team moved with their practiced precision. They worked together like a well-oiled machine.
Brodie arrived at the door first with his shield in place. Zain came from behind with the battering ram. Two good hits, and the wood splintered.
“CPD!” Declan’s hard voice shot through the air.
They entered the building swiftly in a single-file line with their weapons drawn. Iker and Myles were the first inside.
“Clear,” Iker called out, scoping his side of the room.
“Clear,” Myles echoed, his gaze sweeping the living room.
The rest of the team moved on, trusting Myles and Iker. Myles and Iker would fall back to the end of the line as they walked through the house.
“Hands on your head!” Mac shouted from the back room.
Myles braced for the sound of gunfire, but it never came. He watched Declan and Brodie go into the small room.
“Hostages. Where are they?” Declan asked.
Myles motioned for Iker and Zain to follow him without waiting to hear the answer. They still had to secure the rest of the house. They could never be too careful when in a hot situation. Even though they knew it was the two women and Darius, they had to be sure there was no one else in the house.
They continued on.
Dining room—cleared.
Kitchen—nothing.
They headed up the stairs.
Myles pushed open the first door, finding it to be a little bathroom. “Clear,” he shouted.
“Clear,” Zain called out, stepping from his area.
“Shit,” Iker cursed. He disappeared into the last room.
Myles and Zain paused in the doorway where Iker was.
The two women were sprawled on the large bed. The dark-haired one’s eyes were open and lifeless, staring at the ceiling. Blood caked the sheets and their bodies. Bullet holes lined the walls, and casings were left on the floor.
It had been a massacre.
There was no telling how long they’d been there. From the looks of it, Darius had caught them in the bed and sprayed them with bullets.
“Anything?” Myles asked, but he already knew the answer.
Iker checked for a pulse on both of them and stepped back, shaking his head.
They were too late.
“We found the hostages,” Myles announced through their communicators. “Call for the medical examiner.”
