On the other side of town, two teams from the Pennsylvania Bureau of Narcotics Investigation were watching a house, waiting for the command to move in. Dominick Rarick was sitting in his favorite chair, watching Jerry Springer. His delivery was late. “Where the fuck is he?”
Across the street, Agents Tim Wake and James Colt waited patiently to see if their confidential informant was correct about the shipment of cocaine Dominick was to be getting this morning. “Where the hell is this guy? My ass is starting to hurt from all this sitting,” Agent Colt said.
“Don't worry; he'll be here.”
A red sports car pulled into the target driveway. A young kid, no more than nineteen years old, got out of the driver’s side door and headed to the trunk. Agent Wake immediately got on the radio. “All teams, this is Eagle One. No one moves on the house until I give the go-ahead. How do you copy?”
The young kid pulled two big black duffel bags out of the trunk, approached the door, and rang the bell.
Before Dominick opened the door, he made sure that his gun was loaded and hidden under his shirt. Dominick opened the door to let the kid in; he was especially wary because he had never seen this courier before. “You’re late.”
The kid looked a little worried and replied, “I know. I got held up in traffic. Do you want the shit or not?”
“Of course I do. Who the fuck you getting smart with?” Dominick asked. The kid opened up both the bags and began removing packages.
“Is that all twelve kilos?” Dominick asked.
“Yes it is, now get the money,” the kid snapped.
“We agreed on what, $1,000 a kilo?” Dominick asked. Dominick pulled out a tan briefcase and threw it at the kid. “Here. Want to fucking count it, you little punk?”
The young kid opened the briefcase and saw that there were crisp stacks of hundred-dollar bills. “Nope, that’s between you and the boss!”
Dominick looked at the young kid. “Well, if you’re satisfied, get the fuck out.” As the kid made his way to the door, he gave Dominick a very odd look. Dominick immediately reached for his gun, but the kid left with out a problem.
Across the street, Agent Wake watched as the kid returned to his car. “All teams, this is Eagle One. The drop is complete. Let the car leave, and have a marked car stop him two roads down. When you have the car stopped, let me know so I can give the go-ahead.”
Three minutes later, Agent Wake's radio chirped. “This is Eagle Talon. We have the vehicle stopped, and the suspect in custody.”
At that, Agent Wake got on the radio. “All teams, this is Eagle One. You have the green light. Move in,” he ordered.
Three teams advanced on the house. The first team set up a perimeter around the outside, while the others focused on the two doors to the house. “Team One, breach the front and Team Two take the back,” Agent Wake said over the radio.
“Team Two, this is Team One. On my go, we take the doors. Three, two, one—go, go, go!” At that, the doors to the house crashed opened.
At the sound of the crash, Dominick was on his guard. As the first agent approached him, Dominick delivered a kick directly to his head, knocking the agent backward into the wall. He instinctively went right for the second agent; Dominick grabbed his arm and applied a wristlock that sent the agent to his knees. While the agent was on his knees, Dominick delivered a kick to his sternum. Dominick suddenly realized that he had another group of agents coming in the back door. He looked toward his kitchen and saw an agent in the doorway with his gun pointed at him. Dominick immediately put his hands on his head. As the agent approached, Dominick used the training he’d received in the army to disarm the agent. As the agent's gun fell to the floor, Dominick drew his own, put it to the agent’s head, and yelled, “Nobody fucking move, or your buddy here dies.” Suddenly there was a room full of agents, all pointing their guns at Dominick. Realizing there was nowhere to go and nothing to do, Dominick dropped his gun and surrendered.
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