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Creative Writing: The Briefing Room

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The briefing room was full. The room was tensely silent. Two SWAT teams sat in the room together. They all wore fatigues, Black was the FBI and the brownish green was the Sheriff’s office, and heavy boots. “So, what’s this about?” Sargent Benton finally asked. “I don’t know. All we were told is that this is a large raid and we would find out when we got here,” replied an FBI agent, shrugging his shoulders. “Well… Jefferson… we are about to find out,” replied a Deputy, as he nodded to the front of the room. Uh-oh. At the front of the room were three people. The Ada County Sheriff, a detective, and an FBI agent. After that the FBI agent and detective explained what was going on. Several years earlier a religious group had developed a …show more content…

Each man strapped on a black Kevlar vest, a black face mask under their helmets (same color as their fatigues), and black knee pads. The station was alive with the chink… clank snap of M4s being loaded. Plastic clattered together as men grabbed flash grenades and extra magazines. There was the scrapping of metal as officers grabbed battering rams and, as well as a member of each team grabbing a shield and breaching charges. What seemed like an eternity was only about ten minutes and they were on loading up and ready to go. With that four black SUVs cut their way through the midnight darkness to the place. At about three miles out each vehicle turned out their lights and drove via moonlight. At the gated entrance to the dirt road was a lone guard wide awake, packing body armor and an AR-15. The guard would have had been able to get one of the FBI agents that got out but not all 32 officers. Apparently knowing this he surrendered his rifle and was placed in cuffs. After securing him to one of the metal fence posts below the wiring, another officer went to cut the lock holding the gate shut. Click. Though it was quiet, everyone might as well have had cold water down their …show more content…

After which Agent Riles hurried to a nearby sagebrush and yanked the wires off a battery. “Let’s go. By this point they know we’re coming,” He ordered as he went back to the nearest SUV. “What I would give for a truly armored vehicle,” mumbled an officer as he climbed in his vehicle. The SUVs raced toward their target as fast as they dared. The teams began departing the vehicles, and the squads made their way toward the imposing compound. The silence was eerie, and the tension made the cool air suddenly feel like a weighted blanket on a summer day, as the buildings loomed ahead. Flashlights played across the building as officers scanned the buildings for people. Bang! Thwap! With that the person in Agent Riles squad that had the shield collapsed mid step. Within seconds the whole compound was alive with gun fire. “To the wall! To the wall!” Yelled Riles as he grabbed the agent. Bullets flew all across the compound as officers and agents tried to shoot and get inside. Muzzle flashes mixed with flashlight beams made it almost impossible to see what was going on. He could see everything but nothing all at once. He could see the flashes of light but couldn’t see the people. Bullets whizzed by. Walls chipped away and or dirt jump with each impact. Soon his comm went from silent to so full of noise that the voices were overlapping. He was so focused on getting to the wall that he barely noticed the agent helping bring the body,

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