CROSSFIRE ON THE VIADUCTS
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The two tactical teams exited the LAPD Metro Division headquarters, each assigned separate armored SUVs with backup units in tow. Officers were fully geared—Kevlar vests secured, rifles slung over shoulders, sidearms checked. This was a high-risk prisoner transport, and no one was taking chances.
Team One headed west toward the 6th Street Viaduct, scanning the sparse morning traffic and desolate industrial streets beneath the bridge’s looming arches. Meanwhile, Team Two made their way to the overpass from the east, cutting through the lower concrete-lined edges of the L.A. River.
When Team One arrived at their designated checkpoint on the west end of the viaduct, the scene was quiet—almost too quiet. The road stretched out, empty and eerily still. A few o
