CHAPTER 9"This is Arthur Morton of the Federal Bureau of Investigation! You are surrounded by federal agents! Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands up!" Morton lowered the bullhorn and surveyed his team, spaced evenly around the barbed wire fence.
The men and women participating in this operation did not appear to be taking it seriously. Arthur Morton knew only too well how "harmless" standoffs could quickly degenerate into disaster, but his frowns and chastisement failed to dispel the party atmosphere.
The people inside the large shuttered structure suggested anything but terrorists, hit men or drug dealers. They comprised a "religious" commune domineered by an eccentric crazy man, a throwback to the "flower child" generation of free loving drop outs. Consequently, the agen
