Chapter 56 Chapter Fifty-Five

Meanwhile, over the southern tip of Lake Michigan, a twenty-four-seat commercial jet with civilian markings began a long curve at top cruising speed, heading down to Calumet, Illinois. go. The twelve members of the hostage rescue team felt a lift in their stomachs.In order to ease the tension, the only thing heard was a few long yawns in a very casual manner. Team leader Joel Randall, seated at the front of the cabin, took off his headset, glanced at his notes, and began to speak.He believes his SWAT team is the best trained in the world.Maybe he was right, some of them had never been shot, but judging by the simulation tests, these guys were the best of the best.

Randall spent a lot of time in the aisle of the plane, so even though the plane descended bumpy, he could maintain his balance with little effort. "Guys, our transportation to the surface was secretly provided by Drug Enforcement. They had a flower farmer's truck and a plumbing truck ready, so Vernon, Eddie, put on tight underwear, Put on plain clothes again. If we follow in after the stun riot grenade goes off, remember you don't have glare shields to protect your faces." Vernon grunted softly at Eddie, "Must cover your whole ass." "Did he say don't show your ass? I thought he said don't show it!" Eddie whispered back to Vernon.

Vernon and Eddie had to wear thin body armor under their civilian clothes because they had to go first to call the door. The rest of the people could wear hard shell body armor to withstand the firepower of rifles. "Bobby, make sure you give one of those cell phones to the driver in each car so we don't get mixed up with the Enforcement guys," Randall said. In raids, drug enforcement typically uses UHF communications, but the FBI uses VHF, which has had problems in the past. They were equipped for most conceivable situations, day or night: against walls, they had basic abseiling tools; To see, they have night vision.The weapon with the night-sight sight was bulging in a box that looked like a band's instrument.

It would be like a precise surgical operation, and the weapons would reflect that—there was nothing like a single trigger, but a rapid burst of fire. When the ailerons of the plane were lowered, the whole team shrugged and stretched their arms and donned their interlaced netting clothes. Randall heard the news from Kaleumet through the receiver on his head.He covered the speaking port with his hand and spoke to the whole group again. "Guys, they've narrowed down the addresses to two. We'll go to the most likely one and give the other to the Chicago SWAT." The landing place is Lansing, which is the closest city to Calumet on the southeast side of Chicago.Aircraft are allowed to enter the airport directly.In a flurry of fuss, the pilot stopped the plane next to the two cars; the car was at the end of the airport farthest from the terminal, and the motor was still idling.

Everyone hurriedly exchanged greetings beside the flower farmer's truck.The DEN director handed Randall what looked like a long bouquet of flowers.It was a twelve-pound sledgehammer, the head of which was encased in colored sheet metal like a flower pot, and the handle was stuck with leaves. "You might want to knock on doors with this," he said. "Welcome to Chicago!"