Monday morning 6am

I walked from the changing room to the office and keyed myself in; the whole layout of the area had changed since there was now a SWAT team assigned to the division on a permanent basis and they had an open plan area across the corridor from us now. I was geared up and slung my vest over the back of my chair and slipped my sidearm into my holster and strapped on my kneepads, a few people were still looking at me and I grinned at them as they shook their heads and continued their jobs. My badge was secured onto my belt and I headed up to the meeting that Peter had called and I flinched slightly as I sat down on the soft chairs and stretched my back out. We had done zero this weekend apart from eat and have lots of mind blowing sex against the bed, wall, balcony and in the shower – I never knew it would be like this but wow! My head snapped out the gutter when Jones walked in from coming back from holiday and stared at me in my gear, my official gear that was clearly marked in white letters saying SWAT.

"You have got to be kidding me – you're a member of that team – those animals?"

"Yeah and I nearly have them trained to use cutlery at breakfast!" I replied smiling.

He pulled me up and looked at my uniform; it was black boots, combats and black t-shirt and shirt which had my qualifications and rank within the team. He spotted my weapons grade badge and clocked the new firearm I was sporting at my side – he whistled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Give them hell sister!" he whispered before they walked in the room.

I was grinning as I sat down and greeted everyone who was coming to the meeting, I had tried to smooth the way and did some baking yesterday and got them introduced into some Scottish goodies like Bannocks. Neal was already in love with them and he always had them after some 'strenuous exercise' – I think he just liked the hint of whiskey in them. The boss and the TL of SWAT walked in and they began introductions of everyone.

"Alright guys we need to get straight to the point and introduce our new best friends for the considerable future; this is Captain Brian Tanner and he is the TL of our new SWAT unit that is living next door to us; they will be working exclusively with us and possibly other divisions as required. This is a new task force that was created by the DOJ and DOD as trial to introduce a tougher stance on crime within this city and since our case history proves that White Collar can be dangerous, they chose us. Corporal Freya Cameron has joined the unit as a liaison between us and has passed all her training they put her through, she will be our joint decider with the TL and she will be an active precipitant within the SWAT unit."

"Damn girl, who did you kill to get on the team?" a rookie shouted up.

"Fourteen Taliban enforcers," I replied bluntly.

A few of the SWAT team bit their lips to keep from laughing as the rookie stared at me, he knew to get into SWAT you needed either advanced training or military career – I had both and had just shown him up a little in front of the big boys in the room. The meeting continued as the two teams introduced themselves to each other and I was busy chewing on a bannock and a cup of tea to at least give myself a chance to calm my nerves down. Neal arrived back from his 'meeting' with a contact and passed the information to Jones who latched it up onto the monitor; it was the warehouse that we suspected contained a lot of the Nazi stolen treasure from the uncovered U boat case we had a month or so ago and Keller had hidden the treasure after eluding us. The two teams sat in silence as they got all the information from Neal and we watched the information regarding security features and possible booby traps that were on the doors and windows.

"Okay, so SWAT are going in first and securing the area and are going to disarm any traps that Keller and his men have left for us; only on their command do we enter and hopefully make an arrest and let the CSI unit do their job and link up the evidence – Keller has to be fully connected to this job or he could walk from prison."

Brian walked forward and brought up the prints for the building, he wasn't happy with something and I spotted it within a few moments of looking at the screen.

"Captain, lower left corner on black wall is exposed to the elements and a perfect place to put a concealed exit ramp down onto the lower docks, might be worth having the coast guard unit on standby in case they go to water?"

He looked at me and smirked, the others did the same thing and I shrugged my shoulders as they winked at me – least they knew there were no flies on the girl today!

"Alright ladies this is the plan. Tyler take Freya to the top level and wait for entry command, Victor take South and Rob you can take North with Dave on support. Harry you ready for some fun with explosives?"

He grinned and we chuckled as he started making explosive noises and ribbing me about my EOD training – I had hit them with a smoke volcano in the male bathroom as a prank – unfortunately it turned out the guys had sat on the toilet first and got a full clean out. We went over a couple more details and once we were on site the plan could change due to new factors and information being gathered at the moment; we headed off to get ready and meet up at the weapons locker in the basement and would meet the team at the RV point. Neal pulled me to the side at my desk as I pulled on my fleece and vest, he looked worried and I gave him a quick kiss and promised him I would be fine – but because this was Keller we were dealing with, he needed to be careful too!

Five minutes later I was fully geared up and getting my weapons and ammo from the locker while my team mate checked my vest and gear to make sure everything was secure, I returned the favour to him and secured my medical kit to my spine as we headed to the truck and climbed in. Brian was driving and we were sitting in the back of the truck bouncing along the road and going over the warrant orders in our heads to ensure we knew what was going to happen and when, it was a fairly simple order, but we all knew that Keller being a devious SOB – it wasn't going to be that easy to catch him!

"Freya, you ready to do this with us?" a voice called over my comms unit.

"Ready and waiting Sir – let's catch this asshole!" I replied.

"Nothing better than a woman with a mouth on her!" shouted Victor.

"You can talk Victor – if you and your girlfriend made any more noise at our last party then we would have to use sonic grenades to cover the…." He replied getting slapped.

I was laughing as I secured my hair in a tight bun and locked on my helmet and checked the camera feed connected to it, the guys were ribbing each other merciless and it was a great team spirit to work in.

Twenty minutes later we parked up just south of the warehouse and with a final check from Burke, we proceeded into position and I climbed the outside ladder with Tyler covering my back as we got into position on the roof. It was our job to repel down the roof and onto the top of the crates to lay down cover fire as needed, we were having a bad start though as the roof had no proper support beams to let us repel safely and it was a ten foot drop onto the closest container. I clocked the pipe that had large grips on it going down the wall closer to the containers, if we were careful we could climb down it and edge up the containers that way into our position. We alerted our unit to what our plan was and got the go ahead – three minutes later we were in position and catching our breaths – seems that was a pipe from the old sewers and it was rather fragrant! We leaned into position and I moved further along to get into position and have ears laid out so we could capture what was being said by the men walking about on the floor.

"Agent Burke, ears have been planted and the team is in position – status?" our TL called.

"We are outside waiting on your command," he replied.

Tyler and I had one goal and that was to keep tabs on Keller if he was there and to contain him without injury, the good thing is that he was here, the bad news is that he went inside the container on the ground and wasn't coming back out? Tyler nodded to me to get ready to slide down the slanted container and start the raid on the count of three. I clicked my neck, brought my breathing and pulse under control and unclipped the safety on my MP5; the old rush of adrenaline came back and I focused on my target and slipped back into my 'warrior mode' as my old team called it.

"Three. Two. GO! GO! GO!"