Captain Mike Odeon cursed in angry frustration as he climbed out of his
command van into a late fall New Pennsylvania evening and signalled his
Special Operations team forward. They were too late.
Well, too late to catch them in the act, he amended silently. This
looked like one of the hit-and-run attacks the so-called Brothers of
Freedom specialized in; with local Enforcement men already on-scene,
the Brothers would be long gone. But they would catch the bastards
who'd attacked this Royal Enforcement Service convalescent hospital,
sooner or later. Motioning his second-in-command to him, Odeon gave
the routine orders. "Check for anything the attackers might have left.
Odds are you'll only find bodies, but do your best while I talk to the
locals. Call me on Channel One if you do find anything."
"Yes, sir." Odeon's sergeant led the other three team members into the
building; Odeon himself looked around, and was pleased to find he knew
one of the locals.