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like a friend though, so he had become close to James even though all the other officers in the precinct found Rashad aloof. He was friendly enough but just not someone who would go have a beer with the others after shift.
    They turned the corner and Special Agent Juan Atencio said over the radio, “Two officers coming by. Hope they do not queer this op.”
    Alexander stopped at the corner and Rashad went directly to the van on the deserted street.
    Atencio said, “Holy Crap, Batman! Looks like we might have a dirty cop, unless he is just checking out the van. Two-three and four-six, you two keep cameras rolling and eyes on our man in black in the alley. All units be ready to move in.”
    James Rashad climbed into the passenger door of the van.
    He started speaking with Stinky, saying, “Did you get me the weapon?”
    Charlie was listening to this on the transmitter he had placed inside Rashad’s radio handset.
    Stinky said, “Yeah, brah. It’s right here in the duffel bag.”
    Charlie waited for him to have time to lift up the duffel bag for Rashad to see it, and then he raised the small radio transmitter that would set off the explosive charge. The small red LED light gave a very faint glow in the blackness of the alley. Charlie looked back up the alley to make sure nobody or no vehicles had entered, blocking his quick exit.
    Four-six, which was Dom Fernella, looking with a high-power night vision scope, only twenty feet away from Juan, said into his voice-operated mouthpiece, “Damn, one-zero, the guy in black has his thumb on the switch of what could be a detonator of some sort, unless it is a radio.”
    Juan yelled out in the large room, “Just stay on him!”
    Charlie pushed the switch down on the handset detonator and the windows blew out of the van with the explosion. Officer James Rashad’s head was severed completely from his body, and Stinky’s right hand and arm were still attached to the duffel bag, but were separated from his body. The whistle, now turned inside out, had embedded itself in the side of his neck, but missed the jugular vein. He immediately started screaming. Down at the corner, Alexander dropped to the ground, covering his head with both arms protectively.
    Charlie was already sprinting toward the other end of the alley.
    Juan Atencio said professionally, “All units close in quickly. Get that son of a bitch in black in the alley. He just blew them up.”
    Sirens went off as cruisers flew into the alley from both directions, blocking any hope for Charlie’s escape.
    â€œClose in on the van but watch for more explosions. Move fast but proceed with caution on the van. Take the officer into custody at the corner. Move! Move!”
    Charlie had to make an immediate assessment, and he saw no fire escapes, doors that were not chained or bolted, or basement windows to use to affect his escape. He was already hearing screams to “freeze” or hold his hands up. The handwriting was clearly on the wall. For some reason, there were cops here on a major stakeout, probably because they had heard about the weapon changing hands, and he saw them closing on him and the van. There would be no escape. He would have to give up now and live to fight another day later.
    He immediately took off his night vision goggles and rucksack and dropped them on the ground, and unholstered his Springfield Arms .45 XD semiautomatic pistol and set it on the rucksack, along with his large Gerber knife, which had been sheathed on the back of his right hip. He also slipped off the black tactical vest and dropped it on his rucksack, and turned around, placing his hands against the brick wall next to him and spreading his legs apart, to show no possible threat to the approaching officers.
    Bubba Dalton was the largest officer in Alexander and Rashad’s precinct, and he simply was one of those men who saw the top part of everybody’s head. He was so big