Zack walked down the hall of the police station and grabbed some coffee. He probably didn’t need it but figured it was going to be a long day. Of the seventeen locations, they had been able to make arrests at sixteen of them. There had been one firefight, and thankfully no victims had been hurt. One of the kidnappers had been killed, and another was injured and in surgery. One of the agents had been injured but was already treated and released. He took off his hat and brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline had worn off. He noticed his phone vibrating. He looked at the caller ID and saw that Paulie had called nineteen times. He ignored it for a moment and called his supervisor for a report.
“Zack, we were able to pick up twenty-seven vehicles and rescue thirty-seven people.
