CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE – AMBUSH

Gathering the commanders of the assembled strike teams, Rawlins laid out the op in terse, succinct phrases. "This is it, people. We hit the location according to standard hard breach protocols. Once we have the structure secure, we'll have Danvers initiate the final face-to-face negotiation on speaker to draw out the ringleader. Hopefully, we can bring this whole nightmare to an end..." He glanced up to make eye contact with Kayla, a look of steely resolve replacing his usual cynical scowl. "...one way or another tonight. The slightest hitch in Kayla's breathing was the only outward sign of the turmoil roiling within as she pulled up to the decrepit industrial park, the nondescript sedan's headlights cutting through the inky night. The message from Rawlins' encrypted line had been terse but clear: Go in soft, make initial contact. We'll be right behind you with the big stick. Drawing a steadying breath, she cut the engine and slipped from the driver's seat, checking her vest con