The details were messenger'd up and down the line we were manning.
"It's one of us." A barely graduated from high school kid said to a middle ager. An agent brought a case file that was rapidly evolving from initial situation into developments. "But it's still an impasse on some of these rulings," a consultant still studying State-to-State v. Federal Law broke out another folder.
"Sure it's not a drill?" A Commander asked a Commander. "I'll try and find out."
Teams called together. "How could we get there without disrespecting jurisdiction?"
"We've got a couple tanks we used in Tennessee."
"We could go in as us."
"Us?"
"Professionals."
"Let me think about that."
Like a couple decades before there'd been a snarl of road traffic and drug trafficking in West Knoxville. It seemed a siege in many ways at the point that somebody had to step up. The Services put service over petty arguments about credit and navigated the Branches' jurisprudence to at least clear paths and treat the wounded. Back then, narcoterrorism was more of a concept than a foundation word for Americans to rally around and support.
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