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orbits of the airship overhead as a general
guide.  Until finally, about another block away in the darkness, we saw what
looked like one of our cars.  We moved towards it.  It was their car.
    When we arrived at the scene
the horrible degree of injury I saw on my friend made me angry.  The other
agent, holding his partner’s head together, looked up at us blankly and in
shock.  We had snuck up on him.  He was dazed. “I thought you guys weren’t
coming, How come they aren’t coming in?” he asked. “What took you so long? 
Where’s the backup?  Why aren’t they coming in?”  He was distraught; as he
continued holding his partners head together kneeling next to him and just kept
repeating, “I thought you guys weren’t coming. I thought no one was coming.”
    “Look at me,” Jake told him as
we all crouched low along side of the vehicle.  “We’re here.  There was never a
point when we weren’t coming.  Now listen to me.  Tell us where the shots came
from.” The agent pointed.  While Jake rendered aid and tried to gather more information,
I scanned the darkness and called in our exact location.
    “Fed 2-7 to command post we
need back-up and a rescue ambulance at location 3. We are two houses south from
the corner - we are on the west side – expedite.”
    “Negative,” replied the command
post.
    “Fed 2-7 needs a rescue
ambulance now! Agent down with a head wound,” I growled into the radio.
    “Negative,” was the reply. 
“You guys went in against orders, now you can bring him out on your own.  No
one else goes in until SWAT secures the area.”
    I glanced over at Jake, my
blood was boiling.
    This was unbelievable. 
Seasoned agents and police officers were listening to this and standing by
acting like cowards while “agent down” calls were being ignored because an
incompetent with rank had taken control of a trailer labeled “Command Post” and
had conveniently; put them all on the sidelines.
    Jakes cell phone began to
ring.  By now several more of our own guys had begun arriving on the edge of
the perimeter and, having heard the radio transmissions, started calling Jake
directly.  They began to penetrate the perimeter just as we had and work their
way in towards us using their cars as targets, while we watched for muzzle
flash.  After helping us move the injured agent and his shell-shocked partner
into one of the vehicles that had worked its way to us, we transported our guys
out of the kill zone without any help from the other agencies that were
standing by.
    On the way out we had to start
rescue breathing and CPR; by the time we arrived at the command post we were
drenched in blood. We hurriedly transferred the agent into the ambulance.
    Not sending in the rescue
ambulance like we’d requested had cost our colleague precious time.  Jake was
on his cell phone when we both saw him coming.  “Stay cool,” Jake advised me.
    With no concern for our agent -
he made his statement, “You’re both relieved of duty,” he told us, waving his
arm like some sort of magician. “You’re both off this case.”
    Jake ignored him as he put his
cell phone away and jumped inside the rescue ambulance that was beginning to
roll away with the injured agent.  He looked back at me.
    “Secure the crime scene,” he
yelled.  “I just activated the SWAT team and the dogs.”  And then he was gone.
    “What?” I repeated, amazed.  I
just couldn’t believe it. The dogs and the SWAT team hadn’t even been called?
    While calling around for help,
Jake discovered that the command post had yet to even put out a call for a
tactical unit.  I felt a violent anger taking over.
    When I turned expecting to
confront the “incompetent in charge” he was already headed back to the command
post trailer.  Our guys looked at me.  At that instant, I could see things
going in a very bad direction.  I didn't want to do what Leo-tai’s teachings
were telling me to do—but I did - and I let him go.