Page 46 of Acting on Instinct
Ty shook his head, “I wouldn’t think so. No one knows who they are. They think they got out of Morocco free and clear.”
“More questions?” White asked.
“It would be helpful to have layouts,” T-rex said.
“I have the blueprints from their urban planning centers, and they have been confirmed on video for fine-tuning your plans.”
“Thank you,” T-Rex gave her a nod.
“How did you get hold of that?” Havoc asked. “Any chance they got tipped off and paranoid?”
White turned his way. “I posed as a city inspector and asked to see the apartments, checking for radon.”
“And the supers didn’t tell anyone or leave a letter on the doors?”
“Would you?” she asked Havoc.
“Their behaviors didn’t change afterward?” Rory stood up and circled a few times before lying back down on Ty’s feet.
“It’s been five days.”
“So what’s the problem with divide and conquer?” Ty asked.
“I agree with Ty. We hit the brothers’ apartment first as a team.” T-Rex put his hands on his knees. “Leave someone behind to monitor that space. The rest go on to the next apartment. We’ll be one more man down at each site.”
“As we take control of the apartment’s tango, Rory does a sniff test to make sure there are no explosives. In the next apartment, we do the same. And so on and so on.” Ty turned to White. “Any chance they’re putting together drugs for sale so they can raise the money they lost?”
“I don’t care.” White raised a single brow. In the shadows of the fire, she looked like a movie villain. “That’s not my mission. I want the six cell members. Here’s my next question:” White swiveled toward T-Rex, “How are you containing the prisoners without setting off any possible shirt alarms?”
“Medicinal restraints,” he said.
“The shot will hold them with enough time for pick up,” Ty said. “We put on carpet cleaner uniforms. We roll them up in carpets and dump them in a van to deliver them to transportation for your interrogation team.”
“Are they coming on the CIA jet for delivery?” Havoc asked.
“Not enough space unless I put them in the cargo hold,” White said. “No, I have a team with a boat.”
“We’d need to go to the pharma and get the supplies,” Ty said. “Everyone will need plenty of prepped syringes ready in case they miss.”
“What do you all use, T-Rex?” White asked. “Tell me why and the dangers. Dead men tell no stories.”
“If we’re leaving a babysitter with each guy to monitor them, that mitigates most of the problems,” Havoc said.
Nitro stroked a hand through his beard. “Whoever goes after Phossy Jaw will be doing it on his own.”
“I’ll take Phossy. I won’t be alone. I’ll have Rory.” Ty dropped his hand to Rory’s head.
“We’ve moved to using what we call ‘Fiver.’ We start with Ketamine for quick sedation—two to five minutes in an intramuscular shot. But it cuts the connection between motor function and the brain like that.” T-Rex snapped his fingers. “The danger is respiratory issues. We can have resus bags with our gear to help them out if they have any problems. In this stacked sequence, ketamine is number one. This stops injury to our operators, but it’s short-lived. It would only give us a thirty-minute window. Then we give them the bridge. The bridge is a combo of three drugs in one shot. It’ll keep our guys calm for hours. Again, there’s the risk of respiratory suppression, and the bridge shot increases that risk. Blood pressure could drop. We can bring heart monitors and defibrillators from the cage.”
“You have enough?” White asked.
“We have enough,” Jeopardy said as he moved onto the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees and using the log seat as his backrest.
“Once Phossy Jaw is bagged, what’s next?” Ty asked.
“He’s the smallest of the six,” White said. “Do you think you could wrap him up and throw him in the back of the van? Then you can work backward to T-Rex etcetera.”
“I don’t see a lot of choice. If we don’t do that, we’ll have to leave one of the others unattended.”
