MelThursday Evening, February 12th
The Boar’s Head
Morelville, Ohio
We were maintaining a visible presence across the State Route from the bar. I didn’t want the ‘Z’ to think we’d just given up and get too comfortable. Meanwhile, my roadblocks were still in place and, out of their view, on down Salt Creek Drive, I was amassing a takedown team made up of the county’s Strategic Response Team augmented with as many of my own troops as I could spare.
“Report, Sheriff...” Mason held my two way mike out the window of my SUV to me. I leaned in so I could hear my deputy that was currently on the scene. The SRT squad leader leaned in from the other side.
“Go six,” I commanded him over the secure channel.
“Down to one sentry in front. Shotgun. Back is reporting an intermittent sentry. Shotgun.
