Page 59 of So Lethal

“Good. Here are those coordinates.”

Faith wrote down the coordinates and thanked the general. He hung up, and Faith pulled her radio out. "Everyone, listen up. We have a possible location for David Harrison. I want two people at the house, just in case. Everyone else, we're on our way to the following location." She read the coordinates, and the officers cheered. "Okay," Faith said. "Let's go catch a bad guy."

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

The testing facility looked exactly like the long-abandoned storage depot the general told Faith to call it. It was a single rectangular building made with concrete and painted Army green. The windows were blacked out, but some of the tint was peeling, making it look like a low-rent urban office park in a city far less affluent than San Jose.

The officers and agents moved ahead cautiously. If Harrison was entrenched in there, then approaching him aggressively could end badly. Faith wanted to make sure that everyone stayed together.

“Try to keep him alive if possible,” she whispered into her radio, “but safety first.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ferris replied.

The group spread out as they drew close. Faith checked her weapon and drew her flashlight. “Okay, everyone, look sharp. We’re going to do a walk around and note entrances and exits before we go inside. When we do enter, we’re moving quickly, but carefully. We don’t know what the interior looks like, so we need to be prepared for anything.”

The others murmured acknowledgment, and Faith said, "Michael, take half of them and go left. The rest of you go right with me."

Michael nodded, and the group split and walked around the facility. It was of medium size for an Army building, which made it very small for a storage depot. Seventy feet long and fifty feet wide, Faith guessed. About twenty feet high, which wasn’t encouraging since it meant two stories. Ferris had called a few more units to join them, but they still had only fifteen including her, Michael, and Turk. On paper, that should be more than enough, but she’d tangled with ex-military killers before, and they were typically much more dangerous than civilians.

She debated waiting for more units but decided against it. They’d just have to cross their fingers and do their best. Harrison wasn’t special forces. He did have combat experience, but most of his career was spent testing weapons, not using them.

Besides, Faith had combat experience too, as did Turk.

They completed their circuit and met at the back of the building. "A couple of windows blown out on the left side," Michael told her. "Upper windows, so it's hard to say if he did it or if they were like that already."

"Have two officers wait outside to watch them," Faith instructed. "Whether he did it or not, they still represent his best chance at exiting. Take the rest of your team to the front entrance, and let me know when you're there. Just like last time, we're going in together."

“Cooper and I will stay outside,” Ferris said. “I’m okay in a firefight, but I’m much better at coordinating activities. Radio me if you need anything—additional units, medical, anything—and I’ll make it happen.”

Faith nodded. "Get medical out here now. We'll need it for Harrison, if nothing else."

Ferris nodded and trotted off with Cooper. Michael gave Faith a tight grin and said, “Okay. Let’s get this done.”

She clapped him on the shoulder, then got into position. Turk growled low in his throat and stared fixedly at the door.

“You smell him, boy?” she asked.

He dipped his head, keeping his eyes firmly ahead.

“We’ll get him,” she promised Turk.

“All right,” Michael said. “We’re ready.”

“Okay. Use night sticks to take out the windows. No shooting.”

“Loud and clear.”

“On three: one, two, three!”

Two of Faith’s officers smashed the glass doors open while she and the rest of the officers held their weapons at the ready. Flashlights clicked on, illuminating a hallway with a door on either side every fifteen feet or so.

Once the door was open, the breaching officers stepped back. Faith led the others in, and they split into two smaller groups to take turns clearing the rooms.

“We’re inside,” Michael said. “First room is clear.”

“This one’s clear too,” Faith called.

The room appeared to be an old bunkroom with four bunk beds arranged along three of the walls and a tiny bathroom at one end. If Harrison was here, he was probably in one of these rooms.

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