We convened outside Executive Priority Health, ex- Madison Hotel.
-"O'Toole, Rawlings and Stallings, this is Senior Warden Morgan."
Morgan was unable to chit chat.
-"We expect fanatics. They have been licked by narcotic saliva. They won't surrender."
Spooked Rookie, O'Toole, was hesitant.
-"Uhm, last time I checked, this was somewhat illegal and we don't have a Court Order."
Ronniekiens took out a Court Order and signaled Morgan to continue.
I looked at Karrin and repeated for the umpteenth time.
-"You are already straining your recovery. You should be resting-"
Morgan pointed at me with his thumb and addressed Karrin.
-"He will be pestering you until then. By the way, are you sure you can handle that?"
She was sporting my oversized hand cannon on a shoulder strap. It could be a boon and made no sense to leave it at home unused.
Don't lie to yourself, vessel. You are worried about the mother of your cub.
I didn't dignify that with a response and paid attention to the rest of the game plan.
Cops would be in front, the second some supernatural crap rears its ugly head, Warden Morgan takes field command. I would be in charge of checking if the hostages were stable for extraction. We had several ambulances on stand by.
Ron finished loading his shotgun with Kosher salt.
-"For shame, we don't have A-Salt Rifles."
O'Toole snickered.
-"That would be a-salt with a deadly weapon."
Stallings was horrified.
-"Oh God no, there's two of them!"