Two Portland Police Bureau vehicles arrived behind the black SUV as back up position.
“All units engage,” spoke a voice from the dispatch radio in the lead vehicle. The driver accelerated into the compound with dust emerging from beneath the tires of the vehicles. The collection of officers stormed the metal door, pushing it aside with guns drawn. “Police!” yelled the lead officer, pointing an AR-15 at the three people inside.
Oliver and Cyllvia immediately dropped to the ground, while Zippy fled toward the back door. He struggled with the locking mechanism before flinging it open to find an officer drawing a weapon on him. “On your knees!” the officer ordered.
Zippy complied with the demand as the patrol officers and a tall man wearing dark eyeshades and dressed in a dapper busine
