For a trained group of retired Navy SEALs, such as Trident, it was difficult to sit back and let another team take over. But they all knew Calvin Watts’s SWAT was one of the best on the East Coast, with a long history of successful missions to their credit. They'd even won awards in national competitions. If Trident had to relinquish the rescue to a law enforcement agency, they were lucky it was this team.
It’d been over an hour since the police spike strip had been thrown on the highway, blowing all four tires on the Russians’ SUV. Kat must be going out of her mind with fear, and Boomer knew precisely what it felt like. At least the team had an inside man. Jake was still in the communications van and using Marco’s borrowed earpiece to pass on information to them. Occasionally, he would a
