Rally Point Foxtrot, Manhattan, New York City
“Shit! Looks like we’re heading for Jersey. Let’s roll.”
Niner put their Ford Expedition in gear and pulled out into traffic, at least a dozen other vehicles joining them as they redeployed, Kane’s tracking device indicating he had left the city. This was an FBI operation though Delta had been called in due to their expertise in these situations, and with them being the only military unit permitted to operate on American soil, the President had been able to authorize bringing on the additional firepower.
Dawson had three four-man teams deployed, all of his Bravo Team, and Colonel Clancy had more on standby. Though Delta had a large number of operators, most were in forward operating positions. The idea here wasn’t to flood the area with armed military, but merely to have a few units available for unusual situations. The FBI were well-trained and experienced, and Dawson had no doubt they’d be able to handle the situation, but with Kane involved, a man he and many of his men owed their lives to, he wanted to see this op through to the end.
And the FBI had already screwed up, all of the rally points in New York City, no one considering Jersey a target.
“We should have pulled him out,” muttered Dawson, thinking about Kane driving into the lion’s den, unarmed, with no comms.
Niner glanced at him before blasting through a red light, sirens and lights blaring. “He wouldn’t have listened, and besides, would you have done it any different?”
Dawson scanned his side. “Clear right.” Niner surged ahead. “No, I guess you’re right. I’ll just be happy when this op is over.”
“How nasty do you think this is going to get?” asked Atlas from the backseat.
Dawson shrugged. “Who the hell knows? Kane was talking hundreds, possibly thousands. If he’s going to a big meet, I can’t see the FBI not hitting the place. And with that many guns, some of the good guys are going to get hurt. Or worse.”
“Hang on!” Niner cranked the wheel to the left, taking a sharp turn, the tires shuddering in protest. He straightened them expertly, keeping up easily with the other vehicles. “Let’s just hope he keeps his head down.”
“Amen to that.”