Chapter 12 - The Tactical Interception at Blackwood Creek
While Barnes was being processed for transfer, a sudden security breach occurred at the county holding facility.
Barnes’s older brother, Carl Barnes—a violent ex-convict who ran an illegal chop-shop on the county border—attempted to intercept the transport convoy near Blackwood Creek using two armed pickup trucks to free his brother and flee toward the Canadian border.
The pickup trucks rammed the rear transport van on a desolate stretch of rural highway, forcing the convoy onto the muddy shoulder.
Carl jumped out with a tactical shotgun, firing two rounds into the engine block.
Before he could take another step, the side door of the lead black Suburban flew open.
Jax Vance and I stepped out into the pouring rain.
I wasn't holding a mop.
I was holding a suppressed CQB carbine, moving with that fluid, predatory speed that had made Task Force Ghost legendary across the military world.
In less than four seconds:
Jax fired two high-pressure non-lethal flash-stun rounds, incapacitating the driver of the second truck.
I closed the twenty-yard distance, executed a high-speed weapon disarm, sweeping Carl’s legs out from under him, and pinned his face into the wet gravel with my combat boot.
Carl groaned in agony, his shotgun clattering across the asphalt.
Thomas Barnes, watching from the barred window of the transport van, let out a high-pitched whimper of sheer, unadulterated terror.
I stepped up to the van window, rain dripping from the brim of my tactical cap, looking directly into the trembling eyes of the former sheriff.
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“You asked to see what a janitor could do, Thomas,” I whispered through the steel mesh. “I just took out your entire family in four seconds.”
The transport van engine roared back to life, speeding away toward the federal penitentiary in Terre Haute, leaving the Barnes dynasty buried in the mud forever.
