Mike Lawson - Dead on Arrival

They had no idea how big the blast might be.

The techs, those useless dorks, said the bomb could take out just the garage or just the surrounding homes or it could flatten struc tures as far as a quarter mile away. It all depends, they said. It depended on how the bomb was constructed, if it was shaped to blow in a par ticular direction. It obviously depended on how much ammonium nitrate the bombers had. It all depends.

No shit, had been Merchants response, and thanks for all your help.

But Merchant knew, no matter how big the bomb might be, that he couldnt evacuate the nearby homes. If he started an evacuation, the two guys inside the garage might notice all the lights going on at three in the morning and then would see people running like hell, dressed in their pajamas. Or, with his luck, one of the good citizens they were trying to protect would call a radio station, and the bombers would hear that they were surrounded by fifty FBI agents. And once they knew that, theyd probably blow the thing right where it was, and Merchant and his guys, hiding less than twenty yards from the garage well, theyd be toast. Literally.

If the bomb did explode and a bunch of civilians were killed, the media weenies and the politicians would naturally second-guess the hell out of his decision not to evacuate. Theyd call him reckless and irresponsible, and his bosses would blame it all on him to save their bureaucratic butts. But then what did he care? Hed be dead. No, the smart thing to do was to forget evacuating anybody and go in now. And as for trying to negotiate with the guys in the garage. Hell, even the suits at the Hoover Building agreed that would be useless. You cant negotiate with people who are willing to kill themselves in order to kill you.

What a way to spend Labor Day.

He spoke softly into his mike: Alpha to Bravo Team Leader. Any sign of a third man yet?

No, sir.

The two men assembling the bomb were in a garage that was fifty feet from a two-story house. Merchant had overall tactical command of the operation and command of the five-man squad that made up Alpha Team. Another senior agent commanded Bravo Team, also a five-man squad. Bravo was on the opposite side of the garage from Alpha. Charlie Team, which consisted of almost forty agents, was protecting the perimeter, making sure no one entered or left the site. Charlie also had the snipers. The snipers would shoot anyone they thought needed shooting and they wouldnt miss.

Merchant and his men were dressed in SWAT gear: combat helmets with face shields, black fatigues and body armor, headsets so they could hear and talk to Merchant, night-vision goggles, and an assortment of assault rifles, shotguns, and.40-caliber pistols. They were dressed for war, a war they were going to start.

Alpha to Charlie Team Leader. What about you? Any sign of the third man?

No, sir.

The reports theyd received said three guys were involved, but there might not even be a third guy. The intelligence on him was weak. Maybe the third guy was in the house sleeping, or maybe hed left to get something. Whatever the case, it was time to move. They had to move before daylight and the longer he waited the higher the likelihood that the guys in the garage would see his men or, even worse, drive the truck out of the garage. If that happened hed be dealing with a mobile bomb, and that would be no fun at all.

Alpha Team Leader to all personnel. Were going in. Bravo, are you ready?

Yes, sir.

Charlie, are you ready?

Yes, sir.

Merchant nodded, although no one could see the gesture. He couldnt rely on the intelligence and he couldnt rely on the techs but he could rely on his guys. He spoke into his mike again. Re member, we want these assholes alive but I dont want any of you people dyin to keep them that way.

Merchant took a breath, flipped the safety on his weapon, and felt the adrenaline start to squirt into his bloodstream. On my go, he said. Three. Two. One. Go!

The garage had two doors: a normal door, like the door to a house, and a slide-up garage door operated by an electric garage door opener. There were also two small windows. On Merchants go! the men from both teams belly-crawled forward until all ten agents were pressed up against the walls of the garage. Merchant tapped one of his men on the shoulder, and the agent placed four small C-4 charges on the large garage door, each charge at the corner of an imaginary six-foot square. A fifth charge was placed in the center of the square. Merchant took a breath and whispered into his mike a second time. On my go. Three. Two. One. Go!

Three things happened simultaneously: flash-bang grenades that produced a horrific amount of noise and light were shot in through the two windows; a door knocker a heavy piece of pipe with a plate welded on one end and equipped with handles was slammed into the small door, ripping it open; and a button was pushed on a re mote control and the five small charges on the garage door exploded, blowing a hole in the door. Merchants men were inside the garage in less than three seconds, screaming like banshees out of some urban nightmare.

It went down perfectly, like a training exercise at Quantico. The two men inside the garage were both on the floor, knocked down by the concussion of the door being blown open. Theyd been blinded by the flash-bangs, had their fists pressed against their eyes, and were wondering why their ears didnt work. Merchants guys had handcuffs on the mutts less than a minute after they breached the building.

Jesus, Merchant thought, theyre just kids. Then he looked inside the truck. Holy shit! That was a lot of fertilizer. There had to be at least a ton, maybe two.

Merchant to Charlie Team Leader. Garage secure. Perps in cus tody. Get the bomb techs in here now, right now, to tell me if this goddamned thing is armed. Turning to the agent in charge of Bravo Team, he said, Harris, take your people and do a quick sweep of the house and make sure the third guys not in there. Clemens, you take these bastards to the command vehicle and stand by. Ill wait here until the bomb techs show.

Merchant looked into the truck again. Man, that was one big bomb! He wondered what or who these guys had been planning to blow up.

He was two blocks away when he saw all the flashing red and blue lights. He stopped the car and took the binoculars from the glove box. There were so many lights that he could see the scene as clearly as if it were noon instead of 4 a.m. He could see a fire truck, two ambu lances, and more than a dozen marked and unmarked police vehicles. There were also two armored trucks, one truck looking like some thing a bomb disposal squad might use. The other truck, with the satellite dishes on the roof, was probably a command and communi cations center. There were uniformed men milling about and men wearing windbreakers over white shirts and ties. FBI, he assumed. Standing off to one side was a group of men dressed in helmets and black clothes, shaking hands, patting each other on the back, acting like athletes whod just won a game. There were also a lot of people standing outside their homes wearing robes or clothes theyd just thrown on, wondering what was happening in their peaceful Ameri can neighborhood.

What had those fools done wrong?

He had to leave immediately; he was particularly vulnerable now. He hoped he hadnt left anything inside the house or the garage that would identify him, but if he had there was nothing he could do about it. They could have cars patrolling the area and if they stopped him he had no doubt theyd detain him because of the way he looked. He made a slow turn into a driveway, backed up, and began driving in the direction from which hed come, forcing himself to drive slowly.