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John rush into the control room and over to the radar specialist. Adam says, “What is it, Chris?”
Chris pulls up an aerial camera feed of a caravan of cars on the screen. “Sir, I’m tracking a large caravan of four vehicles about three miles out traveling at a high rate of speed and moving this way. What you’re looking at is a camera feed from the service road. Heat signatures from each vehicle estimate about half a dozen bodies per vehicle. I’m pulling up the sat feed now so we can get a better look. Would you like me to deploy a drone, sir?”
Adam hesitates then says, “Yes, get a drone in the air for recon, and bring up the sat feed on the big screen.”
John nervously stares at the screen, eyes glued to the image. “What the hell is going on? Are we in any danger?”
Adam breaks his concentration and turns to John. “I’m not sure, sir, but I think good old Uncle Sam is paying us a visit. I had a feeling this might happen when we didn’t hear anything further from them.”
Chris displays the satellite feed from his computer. “Sir, I’m bringing up the sat feed now, and the drone has been deployed. It appears to indeed be a four-vehicle caravan of most likely ATF agents. They are about two miles out. What are your orders, sir?”
Adam hesitates for a moment, contemplating his options, and then responds, “Give me armed guards around the perimeter but out of sight. Use the tunnel system, and have them stand by in their fox hole. We don’t want to seem aggressive, so give me incognito snipers on the mountainside overlooking the perimeter. I want everyone on high alert, and they are not to use force unless fired upon. Is that clear, everyone?”
Multiple voices in the room respond, “Sir, yes, sir!”
Chris continues to type on his computer while he displays various camera feeds on multiple screens. “Sir, I’ve also detected a small unidentified flying object entering our airspace. Looks like it’s one of their drones out for recon, as well. Would you like me to electronically disable it?”
Adam shakes his head and answers, “No, let it do its recon. We want them to know that we aren’t doing anything that would incite an aggressive response. Just make sure they are aware of our drone and that we’re watching them as well, but they most likely knew about it the moment it was deployed.”
John anxiously asks, “Do we need to evacuate everyone into the Ark? Does this situation look at all threatening in your opinion?”
Adam scratches his chin and replies, “Not yet, sir. We don’t want to spook the ATF. They are trigger happy, and we don’t want them getting nervous. It will only make things worse. Just have everyone go about their day as usual. We don’t want to cause a panic with the townspeople. We’ll make sure no one goes near the perimeter or has any contact with the ATF.”
Chris continues to pull up multiple camera views on different screens. “Sir, the ATF has arrived at the front gates. They have deployed armed men and appear to be setting up a perimeter around our fence. I’m not seeing any heavy weapons, just your standard issue assault rifle and hand gun and—oh, wait, hold on, it also looks like they’re setting up multiple snipers.”
“Copy that. Okay, let’s just wait for them to establish communication. It should be any minute now. When the call does come in, I’ll feed it through the speakers.”
Everyone in the room stands there in complete silence, all staring at the large screens with the satellite and drone feeds displayed on them when the call comes in. Adam picks up the telephone and presses a button.
“This is Adam Wescot, head security agent for the Ark. With whom am I speaking?”
The voice on the other end responds in a slow Texas draw, the booming voice resonating throughout the room. “This is special agent Smith with the ATF. Are you the person in charge, or should I be speaking
Chris pulls up an aerial camera feed of a caravan of cars on the screen. “Sir, I’m tracking a large caravan of four vehicles about three miles out traveling at a high rate of speed and moving this way. What you’re looking at is a camera feed from the service road. Heat signatures from each vehicle estimate about half a dozen bodies per vehicle. I’m pulling up the sat feed now so we can get a better look. Would you like me to deploy a drone, sir?”
Adam hesitates then says, “Yes, get a drone in the air for recon, and bring up the sat feed on the big screen.”
John nervously stares at the screen, eyes glued to the image. “What the hell is going on? Are we in any danger?”
Adam breaks his concentration and turns to John. “I’m not sure, sir, but I think good old Uncle Sam is paying us a visit. I had a feeling this might happen when we didn’t hear anything further from them.”
Chris displays the satellite feed from his computer. “Sir, I’m bringing up the sat feed now, and the drone has been deployed. It appears to indeed be a four-vehicle caravan of most likely ATF agents. They are about two miles out. What are your orders, sir?”
Adam hesitates for a moment, contemplating his options, and then responds, “Give me armed guards around the perimeter but out of sight. Use the tunnel system, and have them stand by in their fox hole. We don’t want to seem aggressive, so give me incognito snipers on the mountainside overlooking the perimeter. I want everyone on high alert, and they are not to use force unless fired upon. Is that clear, everyone?”
Multiple voices in the room respond, “Sir, yes, sir!”
Chris continues to type on his computer while he displays various camera feeds on multiple screens. “Sir, I’ve also detected a small unidentified flying object entering our airspace. Looks like it’s one of their drones out for recon, as well. Would you like me to electronically disable it?”
Adam shakes his head and answers, “No, let it do its recon. We want them to know that we aren’t doing anything that would incite an aggressive response. Just make sure they are aware of our drone and that we’re watching them as well, but they most likely knew about it the moment it was deployed.”
John anxiously asks, “Do we need to evacuate everyone into the Ark? Does this situation look at all threatening in your opinion?”
Adam scratches his chin and replies, “Not yet, sir. We don’t want to spook the ATF. They are trigger happy, and we don’t want them getting nervous. It will only make things worse. Just have everyone go about their day as usual. We don’t want to cause a panic with the townspeople. We’ll make sure no one goes near the perimeter or has any contact with the ATF.”
Chris continues to pull up multiple camera views on different screens. “Sir, the ATF has arrived at the front gates. They have deployed armed men and appear to be setting up a perimeter around our fence. I’m not seeing any heavy weapons, just your standard issue assault rifle and hand gun and—oh, wait, hold on, it also looks like they’re setting up multiple snipers.”
“Copy that. Okay, let’s just wait for them to establish communication. It should be any minute now. When the call does come in, I’ll feed it through the speakers.”
Everyone in the room stands there in complete silence, all staring at the large screens with the satellite and drone feeds displayed on them when the call comes in. Adam picks up the telephone and presses a button.
“This is Adam Wescot, head security agent for the Ark. With whom am I speaking?”
The voice on the other end responds in a slow Texas draw, the booming voice resonating throughout the room. “This is special agent Smith with the ATF. Are you the person in charge, or should I be speaking
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