𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀...

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝘁... 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀...

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time. It's time we see my first attempt at writing a police raid. Forgive me if I miss a small detail or two. I had help planning this but I will still add my spice to it. 

With that, enjoy...

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April 25th, 1100...

Louisiana, the county that can bring prosperity... or despair. Marcus Graves and his family were one of those who experienced the latter, leading him to think one of his flesh and blood was dead, but, by god's grace, Nathan had returned to him once more, this time, even raring to fight with him. Teams Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie stood before the church. St. Louis, once a beacon of hope and community, now harbored a dark secret, and the authorities were ready to uncover it.

"Remember the plan. Hard and fast, but with precision," Roy Collins told the teams.

"I want you to know that whatever happens in there will be let out to the public as a warning not to fuck with figures of the law, so give them a warning they'll never forget."

An ominous HOO-RAH! came from all three teams. 

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Team Alpha, led by Sergeant Williams, moved silently through the alleyways and side streets, securing the perimeter. The officers wore tactical gear, their faces set with determination. Sergeant Williams signaled for his team to take their positions, each officer finding a strategic spot around the church to prevent any escape attempts. May Hopkins was one of those who took a spot, her gun and grenades itching to be used.

"Alpha to Command, perimeter secure," Williams whispered into his radio.

"Roger that, Alpha. Hold your positions," came Chief Collins' reply.

With Team Bravo, under Lieutenant Harris, approached the front of the church. The team moved in formation, weapons at the ready. Harris paused at the entrance, motioning for two officers to flank the doors. Nathan was one of those who took the flank, his face sweating with nervousness, but he knew what resided in there, and that gave him more confidence.

"Bravo to Command, in position at the front entrance," Harris reported.

"Copy that, Bravo. Wait for the go-ahead," Collins responded.

Detective Martinez led Team Charlie to the rear of the church. The team advanced cautiously, aware that this entrance was likely to be the most heavily guarded. Martinez peered around the corner, spotting two lookouts near the basement door. She signaled for her team to halt and prepared for a silent takedown. Marcus was raring to put bullets in their dome, but Martinez held him back. A simple shake of the head was all it took to calm Marcus down. Personal feelings aside, Vincent could be in worse condition if they are ever found out.

"Charlie to Command, two guards at the rear entrance. Preparing to engage," Martinez informed.

"Understood, Charlie. Proceed when ready," Collins authorized.

The interior of St. Mary's was dimly lit, with the flickering glow of candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. A group of men, clad in white robes and hoods, gathered in the main hall. They murmured among themselves, the air thick with tension and anticipation. The basement door was heavily reinforced, a clear indication that something significant lay behind it.

Behind that door, an injured and seemingly malnourished Rally Vincent laid silent on a small cloth as guards glanced at her once in a while.

"Damn, I would hate to be in her position right now," one of them said.