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the six-officer entry team got to the house, all of them low below the front window. Sgt. Lamebull held his hand up to wait, and the windows shook with a loud explosion from the rear of the house.
    The plan was for the officers in the rear of the house to throw a stun grenade against the back wall, using the explosion as a diversion, and as a signal for the entry team to move.
    Lamebull dropped his hand and an officer stepped forward with a steel ram, swung it back and rammed it forward into the lock. The door slammed open, the officer stepped back out of the way, and Sergeant Lamebull ran into the doorway and inside the house, followed closely by Sarah Greywolf and the rest of the team.
    “Police with a search warrant! Get Down! Get Down! Police!”
    Smokey heard the officers yelling from the open doorway. He walked forward along the line of patrol cars.
    “Got some runners out the back.” The detective on the radio sounded like he was running as well. And then, “Runner with a gun! In the back!”
    Smokey was moving fast as he heard the last, running for the left side of the house, waving to Officer Kincaid, making sure Kincaid saw him before he ran around the corner.
    Three shots in rapid succession from inside the house, a UMP submachine gun firing a three round burst. Shit!
    They would have to take care of the situation in the house, and unless they call for more people in there, I’m staying on course at the rear, Smokey thought. He ran up to Kincaid.
    Good man, staying on position to cover his corner, even when things were going to hell.
    “Got at least three runners out the back, at least one with a gun, don’t think we have any of them contained, Lieutenant.” And then from Detective Williams at the rear of the house, “You guys see that first one, all the tattoos?”
    “No, he’s in the brush, somewhere south of us.”
    Yelling from the rear of the house.
    “Two down in the back, one still on the loose. Spotters on the hill, can you see our third suspect?”
    “Nope, still looking.”
    Smokey keyed his lapel microphone. “Freeze the action in the rear, keep who we have, we’ll look for the runner later.”
    “We need help in the house!”
    Smokey ran back around for the front door.
     
    When Sarah ran into the house behind Sergeant Lamebull she began yelling, “Police with a search warrant, get down! Get down! Police with a search warrant!” Lamebull ran in straight ahead, Sarah hooked to the right, saw movement, two bodies on the floor, another running for the hallway, and two more standing in the living room, one with baggy pants, no shirt, jail tattoos on his arms, black bandanna on his head, holding a pistol in his right hand, backing away.
    “Freeze! Drop the gun!”
    Baggy pants raised his arm, and swung it around toward Sarah.
    “Nooo, drop it!”
    He continued the swing and the motion slowed for Sarah, and she yelled again, seeing movement from one of the tweekers on the floor, sensing an officer behind her, Lamebull yelling from the hallway, her UMP forty caliber machine gun lined up on the middle of baggy pants’s chest, and he swung the gun around, throwing himself sideways as he brought it up, and Sarah fired fast, touched the trigger, a three round burst, the burst catching him center in the sternum, three rounds as one, almost the same entry hole, blood spraying out as he went down, his head snapping back as he fell.
    “Get down , Asshole,” she heard Sergeant Lamebull yell from her side at the other person standing in the room. The man dropped and she covered the remaining three with Lamebull, swinging her UMP on the bodies on the floor, looking at her sergeant.
    She heard Sergeant Lamebull ask for more help in the house, and then ask for a medic unit immediately. 
    “Clear so far,” Lamebull said as Smokey came in through the front door, followed by a medic team. “We still have to search the attic, the crawl space, and the runner outside.”
    Sarah lowered her machine gun