Wolves of Roma

Chapter 22

Chapter 22
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Lake View, Montana

"All right listen up" The Sheriff call out to his assembled deputies.

"I got a call from the FBI field office, they have a lead on a possible terrorist outfit operating from out town from one of the farms. We are to help them in providing support & roadblocks while they will run the operation. So we have thirty minutes to start." From the tone of his voice they could tell he was not happy with this setup. He and his men were being left out and now the FBI will appear like heroes swooping in to save the day.

The Sheriff mentally shrugged, there was little he could do. The orders came from the top.

"Get ready men, we roll out in fifteen minutes" He said dismissing them and going back in to his office to fume on this overall situation.

As the deputies talked between themselves, one of the deputies quietly slipped away and made a call from his cell.

After a few rings the phone was picked up but the person on the other end was silent.

"Your time is up" the deputy whispered.

The other person simply hung up. The deputy hurried back before anyone missed him.

***

Charles looked at his phone after he hung up, his gloved cover hands holding it. He turned it over removed the back cover, removed the battery, plucked the SIM out and crushed it.

He looked over to his men and said too calmly "We need to crash"

They jumped in to action, by ten minutes they were all in multiple SUV's rolling out of the farm on to the freeway. Each SUV would take a different road to reach a pre-determined destination already discussed for contingency like this. The house would be stripped clean, whit no indication of their presence.

Charles was sitting in one of the SUV's in the back seat as the driver was hurriedly driving him away, he pulled out a box, a brand new cell phone, switched it on and dialed in a number.

***

The FBI unit arrived at the farm will all fanfare, sirens blaring, guns drawn.

But as the surrounded the house in the middle of the farm. A typical Midwest farm house, a little neglected and fading paint showing its age. Something did not feel right.

It was all too quite.

As some of the men walked slowly towards the house, their assault rifles pointed for any untoward activity.

The earth suddenly shook. Some of the men lost balance, others dived to the ground and behind their vehicles for cover.

The house had exploded to smithereens.

***

Sebastian picked up the ringing phone "Hello?"

"We underestimated the enemy" Michael said without a preamble.

Sebastian sighed "What happened?"

"Your Charles, is more pro then we thought. We got a lead to a farm in Montana, but they flew the nest by then. They also rigged the house, which was their base of operations to blow. Its smoke along with any clues it had."

"That's unfortunate. How is this going to play?" Sebastian asked. A house blowing up would attract all kinds of unwanted attention...like media.

Those bastards had been clever. The house had been rigged in such a way that the explosion mainly focused on destroying the house, with minimal or no impact outside it. Not one agent had been harmed. Some of them had bruises but it was mainly due to diving for cover in a hurry.