Strauss made several calls, and soon had a SWAT team on its way to George Wyatt's farm. When the BAU team arrived at the agreed upon rendezvous location, the SWAT team members were already there and were busy suiting up. Against Hotch's better judgment, both Reid and Garcia had been included in the BAU group.
"You know he and Garcia will just figure out a way to get there on their own, and will probably arrive before we do," Rossi had pointed out. "At least this way, we can keep an eye on them."
"Garcia, too?" Hotch had asked.
"Me, too!" Garcia had affirmed, picking up her purse and heading out the door.
"Vest on and you stay in the back, Baby Girl," Morgan instructed her.
"As if I would do any different," Garcia smiled confidently at him.
As JJ had suggested, the initial attack focused on the main house. While the BAU team waited outside, SWAT team members kicked in the front door, entered, and swept the building. As he emerged, the team leader looked at Hotch and shook his head.
"This is definitely the place," he told the team. "His personal belongings are here, along with food and other supplies, and his delivery truck is parked out back. However, he is nowhere to be found. It also appears that none of the women have been kept here, at least not permanently. He probably has them someplace else on the property."
"Did you find anything?" Rossi asked.
"Well, apparently he practices safe sex," the man spit out. "There must be several dozen packages of condoms in there."
"We'll leave several team members behind to continue searching, but we need to move quickly and check the other buildings," the team leader advised.
"Let's move on to the large barn we spotted," Morgan spoke up. "That has got to be where he has them!"
The teams quickly moved across the field to the wooden barn Rossi had spotted. As they approached it, Blake noticed that it was built into a hill. That meant there probably were no exits other than the main barn door and the small pedestrian door located next to it.
"George Wyatt, Police!" the SWAT leader yelled after they had gathered in front of the building. "Come out with your hands up!"
There was no response, and Hotch called out. "George Wyatt, FBI. We know you are in there. Come out with your hands where we can see them."
Again, there was no response.
Hotch and the SWAT leader exchanged nods, and one of the SWAT team members sprinted forward and pulled the barn door open, while a second team member lobbed a smoke bomb into the building.
Moments passed, and then a man emerged, holding pistols in both hands and shooting randomly at the gathered officers.
"I hate it when they do this," Morgan muttered. As everyone watched, a sniper from the SWAT team fired.