He approached until they stood a foot apart.
She glanced back. Six of her men and two of her lieutenants approached, along with Corporal Stanson. All nine of the men were armed. They gathered in a loose group between her and the humvee. Just twenty feet away, they were difficult to see in the driving rain.
She heard another door crash in, screams from inside. Agents came out with two men between them, a teenager and his father. Both were handcuffed. Karen signaled to Lieutenant Carson to approach. He ran up to her, and she pointed directly at the agents who had just exited the building.
“Lieutenant, I want you to take three of the men, go over there and free those two men, then the others lined up on the sidewalk. If necessary, you are authorized to take these so-called federal agents into custody.”
Carson looked stunned by the orders.
Hagarty spoke. “Lieutenant, this operation was authorized by the President of the United States, who I believe you swore an oath to obey. If you follow that order you will suffer the consequences. I’ll see you both court-martialled.”
“Hagarty, you have no legal standing to round up people in the streets and arrest them, nor to threaten an officer under my orders. You are committing a grave crime here, sir. I won’t stand for it and neither will my men.”
Lieutenant Carson nodded, swallowing. For just a second he appeared to waver, then his jaw set.
“I got it, ma’am.” He turned back to the men. “Billings. Cole. Wilson. Over here, on the double.”
The Lieutenant and the three soldiers approached the stunned agents, weapons ready. The agents looked back and forth between the approaching soldiers and Agent Hagarty, jaws slack.
“Lay your weapons on the ground right now.”
One of the agents started to raise his hands in the air.
Hagarty screwed his face up, red with rage. “Goddamn it, don’t listen to them.” He reached out and shoved Karen.
She fell back a step, then straightened. By the time she regained her balance, Hagarty was staring down the barrel of Corporal Stanson’s M-16A2 rifle.
“You better keep your hands to yourself, Mister.” Stanson’s voice was steady.
She took a breath, adrenaline pumping into her system. They were at a stalemate, as her men and the federal agents stood with weapons leveled at each other. She had to calm the situation down before it got out of control.
She glanced back. Six of her men and two of her lieutenants approached, along with Corporal Stanson. All nine of the men were armed. They gathered in a loose group between her and the humvee. Just twenty feet away, they were difficult to see in the driving rain.
She heard another door crash in, screams from inside. Agents came out with two men between them, a teenager and his father. Both were handcuffed. Karen signaled to Lieutenant Carson to approach. He ran up to her, and she pointed directly at the agents who had just exited the building.
“Lieutenant, I want you to take three of the men, go over there and free those two men, then the others lined up on the sidewalk. If necessary, you are authorized to take these so-called federal agents into custody.”
Hagarty spoke. “Lieutenant, this operation was authorized by the President of the United States, who I believe you swore an oath to obey. If you follow that order you will suffer the consequences. I’ll see you both court-martialled.”
“Hagarty, you have no legal standing to round up people in the streets and arrest them, nor to threaten an officer under my orders. You are committing a grave crime here, sir. I won’t stand for it and neither will my men.”
Lieutenant Carson nodded, swallowing. For just a second he appeared to waver, then his jaw set.
“I got it, ma’am.” He turned back to the men. “Billings. Cole. Wilson. Over here, on the double.”
The Lieutenant and the three soldiers approached the stunned agents, weapons ready. The agents looked back and forth between the approaching soldiers and Agent Hagarty, jaws slack.
“Lay your weapons on the ground right now.”
One of the agents started to raise his hands in the air.
Hagarty screwed his face up, red with rage. “Goddamn it, don’t listen to them.” He reached out and shoved Karen.
She fell back a step, then straightened. By the time she regained her balance, Hagarty was staring down the barrel of Corporal Stanson’s M-16A2 rifle.
“You better keep your hands to yourself, Mister.” Stanson’s voice was steady.
She took a breath, adrenaline pumping into her system. They were at a stalemate, as her men and the federal agents stood with weapons leveled at each other. She had to calm the situation down before it got out of control.
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