Agent Mills's POV
"Command, we've got another problem," Sergeant Torres crackles through my earpiece as I stare at the facility through night-vision binoculars.
"What now?" I ask, though I'm pretty sure I don't want to hear the answer.
"Three more government vehicles just pulled up to the perimeter. Federal marshals. They're asking about Agent Mills."
Fucking perfect. Even in the middle of a rescue operation, the bureaucrats are still trying to arrest me. I lower the binoculars and rub my temples where a headache is starting to build.
"Tell them Agent Mills is currently indisposed and to wait in line," I say into my radio.
"Ma'am, they're insisting—"
"Torres, we've got people dying in there while we play politics out here. Handle it."
From my position behind the command vehicle, I
