Bhuwakul had been busy after he left Seulgi in Yeji's eminently capable hands. He knew that the Devil Himself would have a difficult time harming Seulgi in Yeji’s care. He was able to concentrate on what needed to be done within his sphere of knowledge.

  So, he made a couple of calls while looking up the location of this address. He called in a few favors and got a hastily assembled SWAT team together to go visit an address he had never seen. He knew that life was potentially going to be very interesting. He made a detour and stopped to pick himself up a Daewoo DP51 with an extra magazine or two. Fortunately, they came pre-loaded so he did not have to try to load the ammunition into the magazines while driving.

  He met up with his team twenty minutes ter. They had worked together in the past, so they all knew their roles. While he was the leader, he was still on the lead of the breaching team, so he was the one knocking on the door. Normally, the head would be ‘leading’ from the command truck, but this was personal and there was no way he was not going to be involved.

  These were all hard men who had seen and done a lot. They dealt with all of the things so normal, average citizens didn’t have to. They were not easy to impress. It was harder to intimidate them.

  They were all distinctly nervous today. The calmest among them, their bedrock, the most steady of them was none of these things now. Bhuwakul had a quiet rage that was so out of character that even the most votile of these men tread carefully.

  They geared up, rucked up, bucked up, and got ready to introduce themselves.

  There was not much pnning to be done, as there was not much time to get the normal amount of information. Normally, there would be time to get pns for the building. Having an idea of what rooms are where is just basic knowledge in pnning. Having an idea of where the threats might be is important. Knowing where the power lines were so you know which ones to cut was also good to know.

  However, they were about to breach somewhere completely blind. They have no data on who was there, how many to expect if they were to expect resistance, or anything. This did not make for a comfortable situation.

  But, each man knew his job. They knew that Bhuwakul would not ask this of them if it were not important. So, rather than gripe about everything they didn’t have, they got their game faces on.

  Twenty-nine of the thirty-one men were dressed in bck fatigues. Head to toe in bck, faces covered in bacvas. Even their helmets had remote cameras on them. They also had advanced throat radio microphones. One in five of them also had night vision goggles in case they went into a bckout. They were fully loaded with tactical and riot gear.

  There was a mixture of Daewoo K1A assault carbines, and Daewoo K5 pistols, and there was even one Steyr SSG 69 sniper rifle that would be across the street. Just in case. They also had other treats in store for the operations. Even though this was unofficial and off the books, they were still taking this job very seriously.

  Bhuwakul and his partner got ready, too. They got body armor under their clothes, looking bulkier than they actually were. They got their throat mics hidden by colred shirts and ties. They made sure that their shoulder holsters were hidden in the business suit jackets. The spare magazines were hidden in mag holsters in the small of their backs.

  During the function check of the radio, Bhuwakul called for everyone to acknowledge that they were to capture, not kill. They needed everyone alive. However, they were not permitted to die, either. He had everyone sound off with an understanding of orders.

  They all got into three vans and headed out first. One of the vans was the tactical support van where they would be receiving directions from.

  They left only a few minutes after the bulk of their fellows. After giving the main guys to position themselves on the sides and back of the house – they were able to find out that the address was a house with the help of the internet – and then they drove up to the front of the house.

  The house was quail egg blue with white trim. The front door was also white. The windows had bars on them, which was not odd as most pces in this neighborhood had bars on the windows. The window shades were drawn. Those on the sides of the house had taken a quick peek and noticed that the windows were nailed shut, so no external way into the side windows. The house was free on three sides, the fourth was attached to a duplex addition.

  A quick search for the owner of the other house was a completely different name, so it was safe to assume that the owner of the house they were focused on was not the owner of both. The odds of there being a hole between the two houses so someone could escape is very, very slim, but not unheard of. So, there was a man tasked to watch the other front and back doors each, just in case.

  Their radios clicked in confirmation that everyone was ready.

  Bhuwakul and his partner had ridiculous white hardhats and a clipboard with the logo of the local power company as a disguise. They openly approached from the front as the figures in bck surrounded the house. The figures mostly centered on the front and back doors.

  They walked up to the front door and knocked. No response. Bhuwakul knocked again, louder. Silence. He cupped his hands around his eyes and attempted to peer through the window of the front door. He could not see anything as the hallway was darkened.

  Without a hope of it actually working, he jiggled the door handle. As he expected, it was locked.

  He touched his neck, activating his radio and simply said “Go.”

  Then things got busy. Very busy indeed. He and his partner rotated ninety degrees, out of the way of the breaching crew. The front door and the back door were opened by 40kg breeching irons. Once opened, the front men threw in M-84 Fsh Bang grenades to announce their arrival. Then, the waiting men rushed in.

  The men spread out, room to room. Laser pointers swept rooms in front of lethal intent. They yelled “CLEAR” as they went from room to room. Except in the living room, someone yelled “FOUND ONE!”

  What they found was a bound, blindfolded, and gagged person handcuffed to a chair. He was still struggling weakly against the handcuffs that secured him. Even in the obviously weakened condition, he was still fighting.

  Bhuwakul ran into the room and slid on his knees to be in front of the man. He took the blindfold off and looked at the man.

  “Don’t worry, Jackson, we have you now.”