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stomach. However, now knelt on top the Land Rover clutching his HK MP5 9mm carbine rifle, he was definitely not going to get an opportunity to do so. Next to him MacNeil was knelt holding a pole that was attached to the explosive charge that would destroy the bedroom window. Hanging off the back of his black overalls and tac vest there was also an array of entry gaining equipment that ranged from a spike and hammer, to a Benelli shotgun that could be used to blow the hinges of a locked door too. All of this extra equipment was to help MacNeil in his job as a Specialist Method Entry Officer (SMOE), whose role was to smash their way into a property using any means necessary, even tractors had been utilised before. Op Barrier would have four of these officers to make sure nothing would obstruct them. 
    Blue team had now made it to their FAP on the side of the house, camouflaged by darkness, trees and mud; lots and lots of mud. The crappy conditions made Sgt. Marriot fantasise about how things might have been less messy and pleasant if Mahood had waited until summer. In the front of the line of six men that made up Blue team, PC Collins stood covering the front door with his MP5 Whilst PC Lewis 'Conan The Barbarian' Durant, a huge imposing man who had previously been a semi-pro body builder, anxiously waited with his Benelli shotgun in preparation of blowing the door clean of its hinges, allowing the stick of five men behind him to rush inside. The first section of Red team were now in position too, with Simpson covering the window above them with his gun while Allen and Evans waited with the ladder and window charge. There may have been verbal and radio silence, but the sound of the officers collective heart beats inside their masks could not be suppressed, the vein bursting adrenaline making them beat loud and rapidly.
    “SILVER, SILVER. TEAMS STAND FAST, STAND FAST!” Murray suddenly blasted over the radio, causing the members of Red and Blue team to look at each other with wide eyes as they tried to fathom out why the entry was being delayed.
    Foster looked to O'Keeffe for answers, but his eyes returned the same confused look that Foster's had. A stand fast at an FAP was unprecedented; and for good reason. The longer an entry team waited in such close proximity to the target, the higher the risk of being compromised. It was now or never! Not wait a minute while command decided what they wanted do.
    Unbeknown to the two teams, one of the ARV crews that was parked on the main road that led to Poland Lane, had detained a resident of the Lane after he had refused to wait for the road to re-open. Due to his attitude they became concerned that the male might have had links to the address, so the officers arrested him, but not without a fight, which resulted in the male being tasered. The situation had panicked Chief Inspector Murray who was now worrying about the identity of the man and whether the operation had been compromised.
    “Sir they have to move now, forget the arrest they've been there for almost five minutes, it's too long to wait, call the strike now”
    PC Phelps implored Murray as he continued to hold an unnecessary dialogue with the ARV officers to try and ascertain the male’s identity.
    “But what happens if they've been compromised??” Murray responded, the trembling tone in his voice indicated that the pressure had got to him.
    “SIR, they've been there for too long already, you can't wait any bloody longer. For God's sake call the strike or I fucking will”. Phelps said before picking up the radio.
    Murray grabbed the radio from him and raised it up to his mouth to speak with his hands trembling under the pressure, beads of sweat beginning to roll down his face. At the side of the house the members of Blue team were growing more concerned by the second. PC Robert Jones, a Welsh man in his late thirties, turned to look at Marriot, his eyes reflecting everyone's thoughts.............. 'What the bloody hell