“Okay, boss, we’re coming up on Garth street, twenty seconds out,” Walker tells me from the front of the van, pulling me out of my head, and back into the game. “Right, boys. Game faces and bring it in.” I place my fist out in front of me and wait for everyone to connect.
“Keep it together and stay safe.” I get a few nods and a couple of repeat sentiments. Seconds later, we pull up three houses down from the suspect’s, exit the tactical vehicle, and stack up in formation.
Tate, Fox, Sterling, Hart and myself.
“Let’s go.” I squeeze Hart’s shoulder, giving him the go-ahead. He in turns squeezes Sterling’s shoulder. Sterling squeezes Fox’s, and Fox squeezes Tate’s. At Fox’s go-ahead, Tate moves, and we move with him. Knees bent, rifles trained, we stay low and controlled as we breach the perimeter of the front yard.
“Team One in place,” I whisper into my coms, and wait for Team Two to get into position.
It only takes a few beats for Kaighn to come through, letting us know they are in place and ready to move.
At Kaighn’s order, Tate is on the door, breaching it with a battering ram, and then stepping back. Fox releases a flash bang and the noise and explosion may only give us a couple of seconds, but it’s enough to get in clean and let us control the situation. Fox’s fast feet lead us inside. All of us move in sync. Fox, Sterling, Tate, Hart, then myself. A second flash bang goes off in the back end of the house, letting us know Kaighn and his team have made entry.
“Police! Search warrant. Don’t move.” An array of shouts ring out through the house while we all move to our areas. Fox, Sterling, and Tate step to left of the entryway, Hart and myself to the right.
Instantly, my eyes train in on an unidentified male, sitting on the sofa, some bitch on her knees sucking his cock.
“Police, don’t move,” I shout, training my rifle on them while Hart clears the rest of the room.
“What the fuck?” We take them by surprise. The male releases the bitch’s hair and stands.
“Clear,” Hart calls, allowing us to push forward.
“Keep your hands above your head and get on the ground,” I order both the man and the woman.
She falls to the ground, screaming at our intrusion, but the guy stays standing.
“I need back up in here,” I call through my coms, keeping my weapon and eyes trained on him.
Two of Kaighn’s men step in behind us, securing the woman on the ground while I step toward the difficult male.
“Get on the ground on your stomach.” I inch in closer, but he doesn’t waver.
“Fuck you, pig.” His anger is all it takes for him not to pay attention, giving Hart an opening to reach him. Kicking his leg out in front of him, Hart drops him to the ground in one swift movement.
“You speak to your mom with that mouth?” Hart grunts, turning him onto his stomach and securing his arms behind his back.
“My mother’s dead, fucker. Just like you all will be. Fucking coming to my house and fucking with me.” I drop my knee to his back and help Hart secure his hands with zip ties.
“Shut up and quit resisting!” I dig my knee in deeper, my hand squeezing down hard on the back of his neck. I’m not in the mood to hear him running his mouth.
“I’m not fucking resisting.”
“Then relax your arms,” Hart orders, still struggling to secure him.
“Fuck you.” I squeeze harder on his neck, letting him know I’m not fucking around here. After a few more seconds of fighting, he finally grows tired, and we get him secured.
“Two subjects secure and in custody,” I call through the coms, waiting to hear back from the rest of the team.
“Room two, clear. Two suspects secure,” Fox calls back.
“Room four clear,” Sterling informs.
The rest of Kaighn’s team calls through a clear on each room until the whole house has been cleared and secured.
“Where's Dominic?” I ask the punk at my feet when I realize he’s not here.
“Fuck you. I’m not telling you anything.” He spits on my right boot, and it takes everything in me not to bring it back and kick him in ribs.
“House secure, suspect not here.” I finally give the all clear to officers outside. “We’re moving out.”
“You’re all fucking dead. Mark my words.” The fucker starts running his mouth as soon as we pull him to his feet and start pushing him out of the house to awaiting officers.
“Yeah, yeah. Like I haven’t heard that before.” I hand him over to Detective Tomlinson, less than impressed with his threat.
“Don’t know what happened, Hetch,” Tommy offers what he thinks I need to hear.
“Bad intel.” I shrug, not ready to give up. “We’ll get him.” I know it’s a long shot, the fucker seems to be a ghost, but I’m not giving up.
The longer he keeps evading us, the longer Liberty stays in danger.
I’m going to get him.
And when we do, I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.
I can guarantee it.
“You heading to The Elephant tonight?” Sterling asks an hour later when I’m filling out my reports from the earlier raid. While it was a clean bust, and the narcotics unit were able to seize a fuckload of drugs and guns after we left, I’m still pissed we didn’t get a lock on Dominic.