Page 66 of Protected By West
"Yeah, Chief. They're ready."
He heard the TAP TAP on the other end of the call.
The Chief always knocked on the top of his desk before making a final decision. Weston had wondered if Chief Fagan did that for luck, knocking on wood. There had been many times that Weston had considered asking him about the habit, but he pushed that thought away as the Chief kept talking.
"I'll send you the details and the address. Get your team ready to go. I'll see you on the scene."
"Yes, sir. We'll see you there."
He ended the call as he addressed his team. "Mount up. Let's go."
Everyone was on their feet in a moment, standing at attention. "Let's ride!"
The truck was packed and ready to go, just as it was at the end of every training run and every shift. All they had to do was climb in and go.
Fox drove as he knew the streets best, but Weston was quickly finding out that Jack was someone who had a near GPS-level knowledge of the outskirts of San Antonio, so shesat behind the driver's seat. They weren't using the armored transport as that would bring too much attention to their presence.
This one looked like the kind of white panel van that could be mistaken for something day workers would use, or a utility company using rented vehicles. Something that wouldn't bring too much attention their way.
Weston started to read the details sent over by Chief Fagan, even though some of the team were reading it off of their phone screens.
"Jenner Folsom. Twenty-Five. Long criminal history starting in his teens from petty crimes to the current charge. Domestic Violence. Endangering minors. His girlfriend Carly and her son JR."
"Fuck this!" Duval's angry growl filled the inside of the van. "Did he get bail?"
Dally lifted up his iPad, turning the screen toward the back of the van. "Traffic accident involving the prison transport bus. Jenner took the opportunity to snatch the key from an unconscious guard. He took off with three others."
"The three others gave up in less than a few blocks." Weston continued reading. "One even flagged down a passing officer. He'd called his girlfriend on a phone he'd grabbed from an old woman and his girlfriend gave him a tongue lashing. Since he was jumping bail off of a suspended driver’s license charge, he was suddenly looking at felony charges."
Blue huffed, shaking his head. "What a waste."
True enough.
"The last one," Weston kept reading, "is Folsom. He was already on bail for armed robbery before this current charge." Weston turned and looked over his shoulder at the team in the van. "He only got out because of a mistake by the prosecutor. The charging documents weren't written out correctly. Thatprosecutor has been demoted since then, but the mistake was enough to give him a chance.
"Take a look at the layout of the house that the detective sent to us. One story. Two bedroom. Single bath. Combined living, dining, kitchen.
"Steps up to the door in front and back. No tree cover."
"Fences on either side." Jack added in, looking up from her iPad. "We can use that for cover coming in from the sides. But it's a bum rush with no cover from there if anyone has an eye on the windows."
Dally nodded but turned his screen toward the others. "There's pictures of a room with heavy curtains over the windows. He'd likely be hiding in there."
"Good call." Weston looked at the surveillance photos. "Still that's not enough." He looked down the middle of the van toward the storage cupboard at the back end. This vehicle wasn't like their big tactical vehicle. It didn't have a communications system. And some of the fancier tools in it.
With a huff, he turned to look at Fox as the other man drove. "Our infrared equipment is still on back order."
Before he could think of another option, Jack and Oxy both blurted out the same thing.
"Fox, stop!" "Fox, stop!"
Fox pulled over, but before anyone could ask what was going on Jack and Oxy piled out of the van and headed to the opposite side of the road that was closed for utilities work.
Fox started to open his door, but Weston reached out a hand and put it on his shoulder. "Stay in the van. I think they've got it covered."
Movement in the rear-view mirror turned his head and he saw Blue leaning toward the door.
"Relax," he gave the order to everyone. "I think I know what they're doing."
