Chapter 5 - Emergency Federal Strike Team Intercepts The Suburban Party
Before Chief Miller could formulate a reply, a deafening roar echoed down the quiet, tree-lined suburban street.
Three matte-black tactical suburban vehicles with tinted windows turned the corner at high speed, tires screeching against the asphalt.
They slammed to a halt directly behind Richard’s luxury cars, blocking all exits from the circular driveway.
Heavy steel doors flew open in unison, and twelve fully armored federal operators poured out into the rain.
“Federal Bureau of Investigation! Joint Special Operations Command! Nobody move!” shouted the lead tactical commander.
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Richard’s wealthy party guests screamed in sheer panic, scattering across the manicured lawn and dropping their champagne flutes.
Chief Miller’s face turned chalk white as he dropped his hands to his sides and slowly surrendered his weapon.
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