Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 242



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Rescue Operation at Noon

Communications between the operations teams and the control room continued on the Bearcat’s radio.

As I listened to that sound and saw SWAT officers from around the prison building forming a formation, it seemed like the operation was about to begin.

Although we had never seen them with our own eyes while they were performing their missions, it was another interesting thing to see them.

Each SWAT team member’s firearms and equipment were just as good as ours, some even better, and the guys using them all looked experienced.

No, if you listen to the tone of voice of the SWAT team leaders coming from the wireless network, they even sound confident.

As SWAT officers positioned at three entry points lower their gas masks and raise their guns, the voice of the hapless FBI field officer is heard.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Execute! Execute!”

Kwaaang!

To our left, at the end of the prison building, black smoke spreads in all directions.

The explosion was caused by a shaped explosive that blew a hole in the outer wall.

But immediately after, another explosion is heard.

uh?

Kwaaaaang!

The second explosion was much larger and more violent than we could have imagined, as if it had blown a hole in a wall, but had brought down a building.

A huge cloud of smoke from the explosion enveloped DEA SRT agents waiting in the area.

“What the~?”

As Team Leader Dawson’s ominous voice is heard from the gun turret, Team Leader Decker’s scope is turned to the right of our field of vision, this time towards the large skylight at the point where the prison wing and the main building meet.

“Shh!”

When I heard Team Leader Decker sigh, I instinctively felt that something was wrong.

A torrent of flames was pouring out of the skylight and rising several meters up the building’s exterior wall.

On that side, the skylight frame and security fence should have been removed with shaped charges, but the skylight is still there, and instead, a terrible flame is pouring out through the broken windowpane.

“What’s the situation on the roof of the prison cell?”

Team Leader Decker asked Dawson, who was standing by the gun turret.

But we didn’t need to hear his answer.

A column of water was shooting up from the roof of the prison cell, and it looked like some kind of hot spring had burst open, sending the water high into the air.

Because of this, FBI SWAT officers, who appeared to be in a state of shock after being hit by a water cannon, were seen hastily withdrawing from the entry point.

Damn, those Snyder hotheads are probably pouring water down the internal fire hydrant like we did when we beat up a bunch of Hispanics in Cell Charlie.

A powerful column of water rises from inside the prison cell, hitting the skylights on the rooftop floor, sending the damn things flying high into the air.

Naturally, chaos broke out on the command radio network between them and the control room.

The FBI SWAT and other operational teams are yelling that they are going to withdraw, but the guys sitting in the control room with their butts down are yelling that they are going to push ahead with the operation.

It’s not that we were arrogant enough to think that we would fail, but we weren’t particularly surprised by the reckless tactics of those who were determined to keep going.

However, the thought kept lingering in my head that Snyder, a Tennessee punk, was absolutely not smart enough to thwart a SWAT team rescue operation.

At that moment, my head starts spinning at the speed of our IRS tax collectors tapping away at their calculators.

I immediately grabbed Mr. Decker’s arm and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Right now, the control room is relaying real-time information about the SWAT rescue operation to Snyder’s gang. We need to find the leaker!”

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone opened their car doors.

Without anyone asking what I mean, everyone seemed to think the same way as I did and acted the same way.

Then we started running towards the main building, and I called Deputy Chief O’Connor on the radio along the way.

He was waiting in the FBI jamming vehicle, and now he’s going to do the job he’s been waiting for.

“Lou! Lou! Now, check the sources of the transmissions from the main building and the prison cells!”

As soon as I ask him, his answer comes flying right away.

“Currently, one frequency line using a satellite communication network and one frequency line using a mobile phone have been detected from the main control room!”

I shouted at the men running ahead.

“The satellite communication frequency is obviously the operational radio network, so you just need to catch the callers on the remaining cell phone frequencies! You need to catch the person talking on the cell phone!”

For this reason, we suggested to Center Director Halstead that all transmissions in the area around the operation point be blocked just before the rescue operation.

However, the FBI’s Illinois office simply ignored such basic procedures.

The vague reason was that, in case of an emergency, everyone outside the building had to immediately join the SWAT team in their rescue operation.

This isn’t the kind of nonsense I usually do, so whatever I do is this clumsy.

Anyway, as we approached at full speed, the guards guarding the iron gate in front of the main building opened the gate right away.

After that, I ran at full speed again for about 30 meters to the operations area on the first floor of the main building.

“Satellite and cell phone frequencies are still transmitting! Hurry up, Gold Team!”

As we entered the building and placed the control room about twenty meters away at one o’clock, O’Connor’s voice could still be heard over our team’s radio.

“Jim (Chief Dawson) and Jay (Strauss) take control of the control room. Me and Chief (Chief Decker) will take care of the prison armory, and Joe (Preston) watch the halls for any escapees from either room!”

We all draw our tasers, and Preston takes up a position by the window across from the control room and the armory, cocking his MP7 submachine gun.

Inside, the prison riot squad guarding the passage leading to the prison cells is watching us, but there’s no time to explain what happened.

Dawson and Strauss rushed into the control room, followed shortly thereafter by Decker and I into the armory.

This is where the white inmates from Alpha Prison were swept away during the first riot.

After the reinforcements arrived, the two guards were now sitting at the entrance, as they had restocked the ammunition and new guns they had brought for the prison guards.

“What’s going on?”

The guards who were watching the rescue operation outside the main building through the CCTV screens installed on the wall turned towards us and asked.

We shouted at them while aiming our tasers at them.

“Where are the radio and cell phone? The radio and cell phone?”

Then they point to the desk to the right of the door where we are standing.

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On the desk were their walkie-talkies and cell phones.

I tapped Team Leader Decker’s arm and was about to join him in the control room, but then something occurred to me and I stopped.

Then I asked the guards.

“Are there any personnel currently inside the armory?”

Then, the old guard answers while pointing to the entry/exit log on the desk.

“A few minutes ago, Pearson came in to collect tear gas to support the riot squads.”

Pearson? Pearson the correctional officer?

As we make signs of urgency, the guards open the second door leading into the armory.

The door has iron bars on both the front and back, and is thick, bulletproof, and soundproof.

As we entered, there were gun racks lined up on both sides, just like in a large gun store you would only see in the USA.

Decker and I continued along the passage between the gun racks, and at the end of the passage, another storage room for various tactical ammunition appeared.

At that moment, through the glass window of the door to the tactical ammunition storage room, the back of Pearson’s figure was visible.

Decker and I cautiously approached the door without making a sound, and after a while, Pearson, who had been turning his back, spotted us over his shoulder.

Then, before I can grab the doorknob, he opens the door and comes out.

“Kim! What are you doing here? Do you need ammunition or tactical ammunition?”

As he says that, he is startled to find me and Decker holding a taser gun.

And he speaks before we even ask.

“After the rescue operation, I came to check on the tear gas and smoke grenades to be provided to the Big Rock suppression teams for further action.”

As he said that, he tried to quickly close the door to the storage room, but Team Leader Decker blocked the bottom of the door with his foot.

“What’s going on? Do you have anything to say…?”

Pearson spoke again, but I put my index finger to his mouth and he shut his mouth.

On the other side, the second entrance to the armory was a thick reinforced door with bulletproof glass windows, so almost no noise from the outside could be heard inside.

Thanks to that, the noise coming from inside was heard right into our ears.

I heard what sounded like a radio being turned on inside where the tactical ammunition boxes were stacked, so I pushed Pearson aside and went inside.

As we went further inside, we saw a satellite relay radio and a smartphone, which we also use, placed on top of smoke grenade boxes.

It was designed so that the voice coming from the walkie-talkie would be transmitted directly to the smartphone.

The sight just makes me sigh heavily.

Shit, I thought we were getting swept up in some kind of situation we never could have imagined.

I look over my shoulder at Pearson, and he now looks as if he has given up and lowers his gaze to the floor.

* * *

The hostage rescue operation at Prison Cell Alpha ended in a complete failure.

Since Inspector Pearson had informed Snyder of the operation in advance and shared the progress in real time, it would have been even more absurd if it had not failed.

Six DEA SRT agents were seriously injured in a preemptive strike using construction site explosives that we had been concerned about from the beginning.

Also, many of the ATF SWAT officers who tried to remove the skylight and enter the interior were burned and knocked out by the propane gas they had lit.

Eventually, the situation inside Big Rock reached a stalemate after a highway patrol helicopter called in to attract their attention flew off with the wounded men toward the big city.

Now, if things go this way, we can’t trust any of the federal agencies inside here to handle the situation.

If we didn’t care what happened to Nick Gomez, we would have just withdrawn, but that’s not the case, so we have no choice but to actively intervene.

No. I couldn’t ignore this situation that only the Tier 1 guys from our Gold and Silver teams, not necessarily Gomez, could solve.

And it seemed like it wasn’t just me who thought that way, but everyone else, including Team Leader Decker and Team Leader Dawson.

However, the operational difficulty has now gone beyond ‘hard’ to ‘hell’.

* * *

“Snyder threatened to kill six guards if the helicopter was not landed near Unit Alpha immediately.”

The deputy director, who has been negotiating with Snyder via walkie-talkie, along with an FBI negotiation expert, speaks urgently.

At those words, Center Director Halstead showed no reaction, but FBI field officer Agent Benson became furious.

Not only them, but the people who had been mocking our IRS SWAT inside the control room before the rescue operation began turned their gazes towards our group as soon as they heard the deputy director’s situation report.

Team Leader Dawson watches them with a look of contempt, then, in his usual style of saying what he wants to say, spews out venomous words.

“What the hell are you looking at? Damn it, just a minute ago you were laughing at us like we were a bunch of idiots on cold medicine, and now you have the FUCKING face to show us you want us to do a second rescue operation? Do you think our IRS SWAT are some fucking Earth Defense Force?”

After saying that, he makes a ‘Kaaaak~’ sound for about 5~6 seconds, gathers saliva in his mouth, and spits it out on the control room floor with a ‘Thud!’

My teammates and I laughed at that, but we didn’t hide our laughter and laughed along with them.

However, it is also a problem that Snyder’s gang escapes here by helicopter.

If the plan to take the hostage crisis, which is currently limited to Big Rock, outside by stealing the hostages via helicopter is put into action, then the entire country could be in an uproar.

Snyder and his goons will of course just leisurely disappear into the midst of that massive mess to somewhere we can’t even imagine.

Finally, Inspector Halstead turns to us, looking at the ATF reconnaissance drone screen still inside Prison Cell Alpha.

As we turned our gaze to him, the people who had been whispering suddenly became quiet.

A truly perfect silence permeates the control room.

Then Halstead speaks to us in the same tone and tone of voice he has been using to converse with us.

“What do you think, IRS SWAT? Should we give Snyder’s men a helicopter and just calm down the situation once it gets heated?”

At those words, I looked at our uncles.

Before handing Pearson over to the FBI agents, we interrogated him on our own and shared some ideas on how we could take down that Snyder bastard once and for all…

Now, I don’t know if I can reveal them here yet.

Besides, our plan is to have Officer Pearson back in his cell immediately after the ongoing FBI interrogation, which could work, but could also ruin us if we get it wrong.

We kept wondering if we could trust the Illinois country bumpkins in this control room to carry out such a difficult operation.

How would you express the Korean expression “either-or-nothing” in English?

No, it’s not an all-or-nothing matter, it’s a matter of life and death for the 11 of us who will be deployed for the operation.

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