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team made their way to the Form Up Point located within a pub car park less then quarter of a mile away from the target address. The snipers and ARVs were already in their support positions having been directed to move covertly to hidden points prior to the teams moving forwards to their Final Assault Points. This tactic made sure that the teams could move in knowing that none of the targets were outside the address or made aware of the approaching teams. After ten minutes, Chief Inspector Murray ordered the SFO's to move forward to each of their respective Final Assault Points. To prevent being compromised the team would have to move slowly and stealthily to their designated spots, creating a slight but totally necessary delay before the entry could begin. Generally speaking the FUPs would usually be closer to the FAPs. However, because of the house's position in the lane, it meant that this would have proven difficult and risked them being compromised. On this occasion the team’s fitness and light footedness would have to serve them well, as clambering around quickly and quietly in heavy kit was not an easy undertaking, especially if you had been lazy with recent physical training.
    “Right lads, Resi's on then” Simpson said to the others inside the back of the armoured Land Rover, referring to the respirators and helmets SFO's wore to protect themselves from smoke and other debris that could fly around a room during such a raid. In the back of the van parked next to them, Blue team were doing the same thing. It was time to step into the 'breach' once more! Foster looked at O'Keeffe and said “I'm so jacked up with adrenaline that I can barely think straight, I hope I don't screw anything up”, his words betraying his alleged cool demeanour. Although Foster had attended his fair share of planned and spontaneous firearms operations since arriving on the unit, he had never been on this kind of high stakes job. O'Keeffe on the other hand with his Special Forces background had carried out a number of similar high level operations in far shittier locations around the world, which meant that he was as cool as a cucumber on the inside as well as on the outside.
    “Mate you're fine, don't sweat it, seriously. We'll get these fuckers out of the way and go for a pint tomorrow night” he replied in a calming voice that made Foster take a deep breath and re-focus his slipping thoughts.
    As planned, Blue team joined by Simpson, Allen and Evans, had been tasked with pulling into Poland lane and quickly alighting about three hundred meters shy of the target address from where they would move stealthily into their assault positions at the front and rear. While a short way back Foster and co would wait a minute before moving as close to the property as they could without compromising themselves using the Land Rover, in preparation of receiving the green light to charge forward and secure access to the main bedroom. It all sounded quite simple!
    “Silver, all units respond if you are in position, Black side containment? White side containment......?” Chief Inspector Murray enquired over the air. Black and white side was 'tactical speak' to identify the different aspects of a target building or structure. Black for the rear, White for the front, Red and left for side aspects.
    The sniper pairs and ARVs clicked their radio transmitters twice in acknowledgement of Chief Inspector Murray from their support positions. From this point on, there would be radio and verbal silence apart from the final command to enter. In these type of high risk operations, silence was indeed golden; and vital.
    “Red team 1 and 2, are you in position?”
    Two clicks from PC Simpson, and two clicks from PC O'Keeffe gave the signal they were ready.
    “Blue team are you in position?”
    The adrenaline was pumping hard now. If Foster had had the time he would have taken off his respirator and thrown up as the nausea he was feeling bubbled up from his