Martinez's POV
The command center hums with activity, and I can't help but smile. Six months of planning, and everything's falling into place like f*****g clockwork. Three screens show me what I need to see - my teams in position, the pack house surrounded, and those idiots walking straight into my trap.
"Sir, Team Alpha is in position at the north perimeter," Rodriguez reports from his station.
"Team Beta, south perimeter secured," comes through the radio.
"Team Charlie, west side ready."
I lean back in my chair, watching the tactical display like it's my favorite movie. Red dots surround blue dots. My forces surrounding theirs. Simple math, really.
"How many targets are we tracking?" I ask.
"Fifty-seven confirmed," Rodriguez replies. "Including non-combatants."
"Non-combatants."
