Chapter one, the drug bust
Paul had been working his ass off for the last four months and this morning all that hardwork could easily go to waste. One misunderstood word, one slight distraction from the task and it would all go to waste. He woke up three hours before the raid and drove to the meet up just a quarter mile away from the bust. When he arrived he was greeted by Sergeant Ben Fogle. He was a skinny white Male with slik back blonde hair and pearlescent blue eyes. Ben was going to communicate with the team from the house and he strictly informed everyone to do as he said. He gave the four of them (including Paul) an earpiece which he was going to communicate to them with followed by the standard issue glock with two spare rounds each. He told them the were to leave in 5 minutes before entering the premises in which the raid was going to take place
Sure enough exactly 5 minutes later a black SUV pulled up to the drive and gestured for the four to enter. Two of the other three were FBI. Around 6 foot brandishing the FBI letters in bold yellow on there bullet proof vests. However the other one caught Paul's eye. She was only 5 foot 9 max yet seemed to be the most confident of the three. her name tag read "Amy Willis, United states army." The driver wore blacked out, sleek glasses with a black shirt and cargo pants.
What felt like an hour later they arrived at the property and were instructed to travel around to the back of the house on foot and enter through one of the top windows by climbing up and slipping through an open window noticed on the initial scan.
Once inside the building there was a distinct smell of alcohol and drugs that carefully travelled from room to room searching for any illegal substance they could find. Then a call came through on the radio
