It was a relief to be moving, to be doing something. This kind of stress Jake could handle. The rain was a pain in the ass, but they’d manage. It’s what they did. All his anxieties, his fears, his worries vanished as training and a rush of adrenaline took point.
Luke was coordinating their movements from command central, since his men would be playing tag with the limo. He had four teams of men—code-named dogs Blue, Red, Yellow and Green—whose job it would be to keep the limo in sight.
Riggs and Henry were down on the street with a small squad from SWAT, on hold for a target to move on and probably still arguing the merits of The Grateful Dead. Four other squads were stationed in possible target sectors, to give Luke as much flexibility and speedy response time as they reasonably could.
