61 SMELL THIS
Ian pressed the button. One… two… three… four… five… Exactly on cue, all eleven jumpsuits fell to floor and rolled around covering their mouths and noses with their hands and sleeves.
Just then, Ian’s police radio scanner picked up a message: “All available cruisers proceed to Country Road 27 near the river. Search Warrant issued for 600 acre field with large metal barn.” Ian grabbed his walkie-talkie from the passenger seat.
“Ian to TFU, come in.”
“TFU confirmed,” a familiar voice replied immediately.
“Police Search Warrant granted. My scanner just picked up the police APB,” Ian said quickly. “Extraction time limit: ten minutes. Clearing front of the barn now. I’ll be leaving in nine minutes, starting… now,” Ian said pressing a button to start a timer.
The Task Force Unit leader’s whispered voice responded, “Message received. Teplan and Terah still unfound. Over and out.”
Ian looked up to see a massive tractor barreling right at him, only a few feet away.