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Lieutenant,” Sarah said.
    “Looks like you got most of it, Officer Greywolf,” Burwell said with a grin. Kincaid gave him a high five.
    “I wasn’t talking to you, Butthole, just about you,” Sarah said, thrusting her face within inches of Burwell.
    “Lieutenant Kukup, sir,” Burwell said, “Officer Sarah is harassing me.”
    “Yeah, sex-shull-lee harassing both of us,” Kincaid said.
    “K nock it off,” Smokey said. Children . I’m dealing with a bunch of kids. But he knew that they would perform with courage and professionalism when the time came.
    “Okay, listen up.” He turned to Officer Greywolf. “Sarah, chill!”
    She stuck her tongue out at Kincaid and Burwell, sat down, looked at Smokey, and folded her arms. Kincaid blew her a kiss.
    “Now!” Smokey said.
    The room was silent. Smokey turned to Detective Williams.
    “Lock the door please.”  What he was about to brief them on he didn’t want to give to any person who wandered down the hallway.
    “Detective Johns is handing out the tactical operations plan along with a map of the house, the area, photos of suspects, and our weapons and positions assignments. It’s Detective Johns’s plan and he will detail it later.  Detective Williams has the informant and search warrant. He will go first.”
    Williams pointed to a picture taped to the briefing board. “This is Alberto Hermes. Some of you have met him before. Kincaid and Burwell chased him across the river into the State of Oregon a coupl e of months ago, took him to county, he bailed.  He’s wanted for numerous crimes, part of a bad group of illegals bringing meth from a superlab near Hermosillo in the State of Sonora, Mexico. He’s wanted for multiple murders in Mexico. Just won’t stay home.”
    Smokey knew that Williams had their attention now. Meth was king on the rez, not just here but in most of Indian Country around the United States. Most of it coming from superlabs in Mexico.
    “As of one hour ago, Hermes was at the Littledeer residence up at Givens Heights.”
    “We have to deal with that little asshole again ?” Sarah asked.  “Last time we went up there with a search warrant, that little Eighteenth Street gangbanger shot at Frick and Frack here,” she said, pointing at Kincaid and Burwell.
    “Yeah, he’s there, along with a half dozen of his slimy partners from the Eighteenth Streeters, plus whatever tweeker and open sore that might be hanging around.” He showed pictures of a half dozen other gang members, all known to the officers from numerous arrests and street contacts.
    “So you’re saying, a normal dope search warrant,” Sergeant Lamebull said, flipping the magazine on the table.
    “Looks like all the food groups are represented all right,” Sarah said. The officers in the room nodded and murmured their agreement.
    “Okay, assignments, on the sheet.” Lieutenant Kukup got their attention. “Burwell and Kincaid, AR-15’s, perimeter east and west, lead car, get out fast. Rear is covered by two detective teams in place, one on the rocks above, a two-officer team in close. Okay, listen up.”
    The room was quiet now, officers studying their assignments, positions, faces of the gang bangers.
    “Entry team, UMP submachine guns, Sergeant Lamebull first up, Sarah second . . .” Smokey continued with the assignments, looking over the officers in the room.
    “I will bat cleanup, with the medic unit staged behind me. Listen up for Detective Williams. Vehicle assignments are on the tactical operations report. After Detective Williams is done, we meet at the cars in five minutes. We go in fast. As soon as we leave the parking lot here the entire rez will know we’re going to raid something.”
    Sarah raised her hand. “Lieutenant, what about the search for the missing lady?  Anything?”
    “I was out there this afternoon. Woman’s been missing for her second day. She had a bag, a little food. Just don’t know. We’ll use some of you in some capacity