Page 110 of Protected By West
They were running a moment later, listening through their radios.
This time, West didn't leave his cell phone behind.
He hoped that he could get a message through to Tracy.
Or a messagefromher.
By the time he reached the warehouse space, Weston saw everyone waiting for him. From head to toe they were all dressed in their full SWAT gear, their helmets in their hands.
West was pulling on his vest over his uniform shirt. "What are you waiting for? Saddle up!"
Everyone piled in with West stepping up into the back.
He saw the concerned looks from his team, but he didn't have much to say.
Duval got off of the bench seat he was using and slipped into the front of the van.
West sat down in the open space and continued putting his uniform on.
To keep anyone from asking him questions, he kept his gaze on the floor in front of his feet. "What do we know?"
His team knew what was expected of them and started to fill in what they'd gathered in the way of information. When they'd done their information dump, Dally cleared his throat and lowered the phone he'd had at his ear. "West. I just spoke to your mom. She said that Estes went to the credit union to meet Tracy today. Estes had been going stir crazy waiting for the lunch this weekend and headed out.
She only told your mom when she got to the credit union, sending her a message before she got out of her car.
Duval turned around, looking back from the passenger seat up front. "We'll have access to all of the internal security footage on our monitors here in the van and on the iPads. We're only tapping into the feeds that we need. The coverage on the security cameras in the main space of the credit union is good. Really good."
West nodded. He knew it was.
Tracy was damn good at her job.
Jack leaned forward. "The staff was ready for this. Not that anyone is really ready for something like this, but they got most of their staff into rooms they can secure. It'll make it easier for us to deal with the suspects and... Tracy and your sister."
She'd hesitated, likely because she hadn't known what to say.
Hostages.
Victims.
Neither word was appealing.
Jack was a straight shooter, so West knew that she'd pulled her punches on her word usage. Something he was grateful for.
"I think, if given the time, we could approach the building from blind spots and get the rest of the staff out through the windows."
West nodded. "I hope we can get in and out without having to extricate the rest of the staff. We'll be looking for the fastest way in and out to fix this."
"The windows..."
West turned to look at Blue, anticipating the next words out of his mouth.
"The windows are good. Meant to withstand bullets from anyone trying to rob the credit union, but that makes it difficult to use bullets to breach our way in."
"The front doors were already breached." Oxy piped up. "If we can find Blue and Myles somewhere with clear sight lines through the front doors, we can use that as a safety net."
West agreed, looking up at the team. "Do we have any information on who we're dealing with inside?"
Dally looked up from the iPad he was working on. "Career criminal. At least the man in the driver's seat. He's been matched to the DMV record for the car and license plate. I've got folks looking through dash cams and traffic cams for any clear view of the man in the passenger seat."
